17-30 The Cave

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This crack in the mountain
Big enough to have a party in
Filled with antlers and old skulls
A cave with a broken ankle
It’s what’s behind the waterfall
In quiet darkness
A place for hibernating bears
Forgotten hunter skeletons
Final days
and the stored nuts of squirrels killed before they could return
There’d be echoes if there were any voices
But there’s just the curtain of the water
Pounding out white noise past the mouth of it
And bones
It’s not eternal but it’s close
A constant hiding spot
A storage hole in the forest
With trees standing guard
And slick rocks by the entrance
This spot is indifferent
Which can mean welcoming
To some people



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