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STORY TIME:


A HAIKU STRING


 


 


Let us make a deal.


I will tell you a story,


Then you will go to sleep.


 


Once there lived a boy


in a very dark forest


who had eagle wings.


 


All the beasts loved him


very much, especially


since he made them laugh.


 


The village people


would often hear the laughter.


It made them wonder:


 


How can the beasts laugh?


They would ask one another.


That’s impossible.


 


We must be dreaming,


they said, but they were afraid.


Let us lock our doors!


 


The boy knew magic.


He would simply clap his hands


and the trees would dance


 


He would wing his way


to the far-off golden moon


And return with cheese.


 


Let us feast on this;


It is a gift from the moon.


It will make us wise.


 


Then came the hunters


with powerful guns to kill


the beasts of the woods.


 


I will save you all


with my chanting, said the boy,


and then he began.


 


These woods are haunted,


spoke the hunters with their guns.


Let us go back home.


 


Not one beast was lost;


not one gunshot was fired.


The boy had saved them.


 


Then all was silent


till the owl laughed aloud.


Joy was contagious.


 


All the beasts loved Boy


who could make them laugh and sing


And be so happy.


 


So my story ends.


No, there isn’t anymore.


Time for you to sleep.


 


Dream of laughing beasts,


Boy flapping his eagle wings,


Peaceful green forests.


 


Salvatore Buttaci