Woodland Creature

His pleading voices bubbled in my mind,
as I create him from moist earth I find,
his fissured clay skin has always begged for pleasure,
as he leads a life of total leisure.

My little friend liked to play,
in one place, he’ll never stay,
he’s never had an evil thought,
and in heroic battles, he’s never fought.

His life ebbs away,
he finally got his way,
as he falls and cracks apart,
from the earth his love departs.