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On Angels and Messengers

Sunday, October 10, 2010

All the Forest Creatures

All the forest creatures, 
     small and great,
          held their furry or feathery breath
as Prince Franklin hovered
     over the tranquil, nubile waif on her mossy bed,
          still asleep despite the lightning and thunder,
and with his trembling, noble hands, 
     descending like parachutes toward her snow-white 
          (actually off-white, yet still virginal) bosom -- 
Franklin suddenly pushed the buttons on the paddles
     that he had wired to a tin-foil kite,
          and authoritatively yelled Clear!,
scaring the droppings 
     out of all the forest creatures, 
          small and great.

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