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King Of The Forest
Stillness of forest like a cathedral, tall trees
arched above boy's head, he walked lightly on a
carpet of leaves which deadened sound of his tread.
He walked slowly in cool green, no warm breeze
caressed his cheek for he had come to enjoy nature
no human contact did he seek.
A squirrel scampered up a tall Beech, chattering wildly
in his fear, something told him of boy's intrusion
treading softly on lush ground.
Silence broke, he heard a crashing of some great beast
through woodland green, there before him stood a red
stag most stately creature ever...