i had a dream i was with a crowd of demons
it was all very funny until they realized
i knew they were demons
then the atmosphere was a bit strained
so i left with a grandmother
who climbed stairs like a spider
chop wood with me now in this poem
the season is right and tonight
we might see the borealis so far south
small flakes of wood will fall from the stump
as the wood explodes into two pieces
and the axe goes deep into the log
you might be the demon who thought they hid
all along in plain sight and invited in
to cut wood or climb stairs as a grandma
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