Tinderbox smelt.

Latin animalis moved out of the corner 

Gnawing and initial the gnarled 

stools 

Recreating magnetic footsteps 

Of frigate that sailed 

with the hundred first pages.

.

To the Prehistoric birth place into

The Forest we found death 

Blackened and burnt 

Hands clutching a red bucket 

Kept fireside and with a smile 

Only rubber lovers could 

raise while trying too 

start a tinderbox smelt in the 

hearth of Middle eight shy 

of twenty five.