Strange Magic of Strangers


Sunset in the Woods

Dear stranger
We eat three daily meals
Across a worn out table

Listen to stories
Of big bad wolf
Who ate Little Red

Follow instructions
To not get lost with the Witch
When crumbs are eaten by birds

Peel hard rocks off my back
Twist them in the sunshine
Make some rainbows

Better one feast in heaven
than three meals of stories
At wracked dinner table

Dear stranger, thank you
for shining that light
Through your voice of darkness



About BeeHappee

Where have all the bees gone? Where have all the flowers gone?
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