little devil I see you there
standing on the open fire,
pitch fork in hand, marsh
mellows cooking doing well,
devilish snack .
little devil dancing on the
bones of wood, skulls of burnt
pine cones burnt to black.
crushing them under foot I
hear them snap.
Flakes of flame dance in the
air, as the little one plays with
the flame dancing caressing
around him. Like it is alive and
knows who stands before it
flames engulf the air.
Shades change from orange
to red to white hot and back,
I look and the flame smiles back.
was I dreaming or was it that
skunk I smoked, wow I'm so going
to have quit that. ****** and fire
don't mix as take one last puff and
the fire consumes it smiling back..
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
little devil I see you there
standing on the open fire,
pitch fork in hand, marsh
mellows cooking doing well,
devilish snack .
little devil dancing on the
bones of wood, skulls of burnt
pine cones burnt to black.
crushing them under foot I
hear them snap.
Flakes of flame dance in the
air, as the little one plays with
the flame dancing caressing
around him. Like it is alive and
knows who stands before it
flames engulf the air.
Shades change from orange
to red to white hot and back,
I look and the flame smiles back.
was I dreaming or was it that
skunk I smoked, wow I'm so going
to have quit that. ****** and fire
don't mix as take one last puff and
the fire consumes it smiling back..
Note do not get high around a fire...
