Wicked Nix

Wicked Nix — page 7
The door is wide open and an old white cow stands in the garden patch chewing weeds In front of the cottage is the kind of tree whose leaves look shivery when the wind blows It is called a shivery tree I climb it and hide in the branches Even with my bent arm no one in the forest climbs as well as I do A people comes out A man-people He is tallish and oldish and baldish I see that he has some big nails in one hand and a hammer in the other I shrink back afraid A nail would burn me Anything made of iron would burn me The man-people climbs a ladder and bangs the nails into the roof knock knock knock He’s fixing the house He thinks he can live here In our forest 4