one day i went a-walking
through the thousand acre wood
with a sense of ill foreboding
which told me things were not all good
i saw no poohs exploring
nor could heffalumps be found
all the hunny jars were sitting
undisturbed upon the ground
no tiggers went a-bounding
on their tails made of springs
i could not locate owl to help
me figure out these things
no eeyores stood complaining
about this odd state of affairs--
i even looked in rabbit's house
but rabbit wasn't there
i heard no roos a-playing
with their kangas keeping near
and as i was about to go
i could swear i heard a tear
i turned to see a piglet
sitting there, upon the rise
with tears upon his piglet face
and falling from his eyes
"what has happened here," i asked him,
"why is no one here but you?
where are rabbit, owl and tigger?
where is eeyore? where is pooh?"
to my questions he kept silent
and i thought he hadn't heard
but he turned to me to answer
and i knelt to hear his words:
"we all came for christopher robin--
to talk and run and play;
we were here because of christopher...
and now he's gone away."
there was silence in the forest
while myself and piglet cried;
for something of the boy in me--
like christopher--had died
i thought to ask of piglet
why he hadn't gone away
but i saw more like me calling out--
someone had had to stay.
and so i left my littlest friend
in the thousand acre wood
to comfort those who entered in
and felt things weren't all good.
- for all the christopher robins in the woods -
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