The Inkwell

#socs #nature #stick #character

I was part of a tree once

i fell from a great height

leaving my friends

as i tumbled headlong

towards the ground

I joined a merry few

gathered around the floor

where our parents sat

some covered by leaves

some just laying flat

Some were taken – by some artful voles

who used our sort to fix their holes

lining us up along the bank

as a smaller kind of wooden plank

And up high in the trees

A home for the birds

where we’d fix up nest

without saying words

But the best time of all,

was with the furry one with tails

who’d run and collect us – whatever prevailed

and happy to see us they’d jump and they’d bark

as they chased and they grabbed us whilst running in the park