Elves and Dwarves Live Here
Footsteps- Light- among the deer
Gathering and collecting
Food for the New Year
The Vine quietly grew around the tree
Clenching it's tight fist
Thwarting out it's last bit of life
Leaves left for dangling
with dew mist
This is a deer trail
Look, the footprints of a quail
I will gather nuts and berries
before the wind's gale
Do not be frightened
It is not dark yet
Let's eat at this bridge
The elves ate here last
When daylight comes let us look for them beyond the ridge
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