Flames devour a feast of fallen branches,
robbed from the depths of the dusky forest.
A lick, a hiss, the quick fire dances.
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Dinner Time by Pam Muller
Flames devour a feast of fallen branches,
robbed from the depths of the dusky forest.
A lick, a hiss, the quick fire dances.
