Therapy Bits

In the shadowed depths of the African wood,
Where the whispers of nature in silence stood,
Roams a creature, elusive and sly,
The fossa glides under a cobalt sky.

With eyes like embers, bright and aware,
A master of stealth, dancing through air,
Through thickets and branches, it nimbly weaves,
In the heart of the forest, where magic breathes.

A mixture of feline grace and a weasel’s might,
With fur that glimmers, both soft and light,
Its long, slender body, a shadow in flight,
A phantom of twilight, embracing the night.

Among the tall trees, where the lemurs play,
The fossa prowls on this wild ballet,
With a leap and a bound, it dives through the leaves,
In a world full of secrets, the fossa believes.

Oh, guardian of wonders, keeper of lore,
In the whispers of dusk, your spirit shall soar,
From the vibrant green canopies up above,
To the ground where you tread, a symbol of love.

So let the forests remember your name,
A creature of beauty, wild and untamed,
For in the heart of Africa’s emerald estate,
The fossa roams free, weaving tales of fate.

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge:10/01/2024 – Stine Writing (christinebialczak.com)