Slick as a raft and harder to follow
The hedgehogs kept at bay
Hoping the spiders would sleep them away
But the bobcats kept threatening the raptors
The rafters were sent overboard
Slithering away
Until the driftwood twigged out
What rafters were after
Capturing the twiggy goldmine
Some benevolent Arthur Rackham
Twiggy arms of protection
Pulling them ashore, awaiting their reward
That no one knew
That no one knew
Then oceaned again into the swirling waters
Time and again
Until they knew they knew what they did not know
Rocking away
Caressing arms touching again.
Denis Streeter 9/2/11
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