Descent

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Evergreens adorn the path,
and browns, and teals, and pinks.
I reach a giant chocolate cone,
and save it for a rainy day.
Its weight and promise a wash.
Crossing bows are over head,
I swing from one but climb instead.
It begs me higher to the top.
I drop before the way is clear,
Onto a giant fuzzy battle caterpillar.
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