"Rudolph! Are you coming? We're going to be late..."
"I'm coming, Mom. Where are we going?"
"We're going to visit Mara the Witch."
Rudolph stuck his nose out of the bushes, glanced at the vast
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As we rest in a hammock,
the maraca snake slithers past
at the speed of nonchalance,
and feathered torpedoes
play tag.
Buzzing bees bumble by.
Motion fights stillness
and silence smothers sound
among the hallowed halls
of ferrous stone.
the maraca snake slithers past
at the speed of nonchalance,
and feathered torpedoes
play tag.
Buzzing bees bumble by.
Motion fights stillness
and silence smothers sound
among the hallowed halls
of ferrous stone.