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Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.
Part of the nunchi from the bar suggested that there was a hidden treasure in the forest. A nexus of ideas started forming in his head. Perhaps if he ventured out, the treasure could still be tenable. So in his bonhomie manner one afternoon, he gambolled to the forest. The plants took up water through their lateral roots. Birds and some avian predators were perched on the trees, cawing and chirping. He trekked on. He searched everywhere but no treasure could be found. He decided to go home and on his way home, he had a puncture. All this searching and venturing out did not, of course, take place in a vacuum.
She was in a forest when two ghosts appeared
They grinned through a jungle of bad facial hair and leered
“Help!” she cried and ran
Until she saw a man in a van
Two ghosts gave up and quickly disappeared
Watch the forest come alive with mighty trees
Pause and listen to the sound of rustling leaves
Leaves dance to unheard beat, soothing to the ears
And at the edge of the forest the sky grieves
Fragments of blue remain, like scattered puzzles
The air is its freshest after it drizzles
As a proof a frosty chill hung in the air
Some badgers carried the food back in their lair