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Tall, ancient oak tree❤️

Tall, ancient oak tree❤️

Knotted, bendy branches corkscrewed in a twisted, twine
Oozing hints of aromas,
Tannin, vanilla, Claret, sweet, red wine

Interplaiting, interweaving
An entangled, knotty opaque
Coiled of close-knit twiglets
Spiralling like a slender, thorned snake

Forgotten, feathered bird’s nests
Amidst the thickened, muddled mass
A parental, pair of nocturnal Tawny owls nurture owlets  
hidden in a hollow crevasse

Sleepy, silent Pipistrelle bats 
Suspend from within forked bough
Cloaked in candlestine,
Cryptic, sequestered from thee & thou

Stealthy, speedy spiders in various shapely sizes
Search out a multitude of crawly insects
Such delicate, delicious prizes

Does one dwell & contemplate the perpetual activity of a tree
No, probably not a topic of one’s conversation
But then again , that’s only me

Scrutinizing, staring up thru the chaotic, covered complex 
Mystical mirages form from my imaginative mind so perplex

A haven of habitual natura 
Harboured in creepy, corners & cracked holes
Mother natures smallest creatures, scampering little voles

Oh tremendous, tall ancient, oak tree
As timeless as immensity
Solitary stood in isolation
Or in a collective, copsed affinity

Your monstrousness & magnitude
Is an enormity so stupendous
Whilst your beauty & bewilderment 
Boasts bountifuls so tremendous
 

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