Hermit

There once was a hermit who lived by a river. Then, one winter, it gave him a shiver. He died. Nobody cried, and God came down, asking, “What kind of life did this human lead?” Leaving no one behind to miss, want, or need, free from all company, God entered the hermit’s hut, finding vessel, laid in the mud. The hermit clearly had not passed from hunger or thirst; he could have lasted many more winters. Alone.

“I thought these creatures were supposed to roam, create homes,” but no. “Not for you,” God thought. “well, I will go ask the animals about him. I hope they haven’t already forgotten.”

“Bear, what did you think of this man"?”

“He kept to himself, but he did kill my cousin Stan. Stan chased the man up a tree. A spear to the face was the last thing Stan did sse. He grabbed his spear and left, leaving behind pelt and flesh. We laid Stan to rest. This man understood the forest.”

Mike Preciado is a captivating poet and the dynamic host of "Inspired by Open Mic," a popular event that beckons creative souls to share their voices. Known for his unique style, Mike masterfully crafts poetry using simple words with profound meaning, allowing his work to resonate with audiences across diverse backgrounds.

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