Justin Moffitt


The People In The Trees


You can hear them cackling
In the woods; and in the trees
with mouths full of dirt and weed
and hearts full of lust and greed

They crawl onto your mantelpiece
and leave things for you to see
Just small little trinkets
telling you not to leave

remember if you ever try to deceive
The people in the trees
that the chimney's always open
and it's only your life that they need

so please don't leave the windows closed
For it's hard for them to breathe
with mouths full of dirt and weed
and hearts full of lust and greed

Submitted: Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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  • Steven Ralph (4/16/2012 8:49:00 PM)

    VERY GOOD! ! why does the (trees) in the title have a contraction (tree's) ? ? I love the poem though. S. wierd stuff is cool. (Report) Reply

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