Upon the Hill…

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Upon the hill of hickory stumps
The owl turns his head
Another friend has turned to dust
Someday, he’ll see the end

A fragile, sentient forest
Home to all that didn’t matter
Destroyed by other puppets
Disconnected from the master

Instincts tell him
Today, he must find a new home

What will instincts tell us…..

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Quick note– Just posted “The Dragon Rider 9”, with 10 and 11 on deck…Also been working on the edits on “The Dream Catcher”…not to mention major edits in “The Dragon and the Butterfly–Chapters” with a new beginning…so been busy and will keep posting..

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