Sequin
A youthful bandit this forest - faltering eyelids in mud troughs & puddles like brisk lies woven thru deception. Stealing autumn into its colours, leaves in birchbark rustle a full mauraud stealth across every breeze. Thief, thief elf with a key, a thousand rasping angels their throaty javelins hurled from branch's edge, brief pageant robbing summer's pantry. Offal of the fall, the lake a sequined glove tossed from a careless hand; a rowboat as a buckle chromatic foam for a finger's fan.
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