a fun gi I met in the forest
a red cap had little white bobbles
he called himself Walter Fly Agaric
a jester his magic we see
on stormy nights
when the lightening smites
the forest and cracks down a tree
a lasting footprint of sacredness
part of a huge family
said to be really an hallucinogen
Near the Beech and the Birch and the Pine
comes to the fore in late
Summer
drives us crazy they say
Like strong wine