Friday, 30 April 2010


What is that noise - when will it stop
The Birds pondered in the tree

And the Spider raised eight eyebrows
Toward the noisy mystery

The Centipede with all his legs
Ran fleeing from the din

While the frightened Woodlice curled up tight
As their home shook from within

The Monkeys ran along a branch
To escape the awful sound

As the leaves that were shaken loose
Drifted to the ground

And then once more the air was still
The Chainsaws job complete

And the last tree in the forest fell
To make way for the street...

From my smoking ganja hippy warvet days.

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