The forest stood in verdant grace,
When Axe approached with wooden face.
"A brother!" sighed the ancient trees,
"He comes to join our leafy ease."
They rustled welcome, branch to limb,
Unknowing of the fate so grim.
The wooden guest, a silent threat,
Would bring a sorrow they'd regret.
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Author:
Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 22nd, 2025 12:18
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Comments1
Enemies sneak into our midst with little regard and knowledge of what comes. A great write
Thanks for the appreciation
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