TALES FROM THE SKETCH BOOK: A neat watercolour tree creature of which I’m rather fond, and a POEM about it
CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH
Something weird is going down
Wait, don’t go! You might just hear it
In the woods, outside my town
Autumn’s brung by this big SpiritA Forest God that’s grown quite weary
of the summer, and consequently
has a habit of offing trees (in theory)
and dancing as the leaves fall gently