They hide during the day
only venture out at night
they are armed with spears
made of sticklebacks fins

They hunt in threes
one to hear and two to see
and on the whispers of shoreline trickles
their children play guardians and sentinels

The pebbles shine in the dull flickers
as silent stars kind that shine on them
they traverse the trickling stream
for little fish are their food they deem

They skim the waters
in the shadow of the moon
and as they flick them to shore
their children do clean

Then old folk crawl out of bark weeping
and then light a fire of secrets known
then all come to shore when toll is done
to feast on sticklebacks and marshmallows

For these elusive kind
shy creatures
this endangered dying race
are the willow trolls


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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