silk

starry night
he put the stars in his pockets
so he could travel by shadow
wealth is richest unheeded

he ambled nimbly
under the moon - he couldn't pocket that!

through the forest
overlog undertree
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he came upon the badger's inn
a warm glow in the ground
a singing sound like fireflies
a jittering like nervous ants

the inn was full of mammals
fuzzy furry bundles of claws
awarm and aglow in the burrow
and a single weathered old owl
in the corner with a knowing scowl

silk bought a beer from the badger
with sparkling silver coins
the badger knew not he'd been cheated
the coins sparkled with heavenly light

in his cloak and his beard
and his springy crouch
silk evaded detection
as an unfurry foreign to the forest