POEM: Plato’s Cabin

On a weary winter's eve,
sun long gone - the short day spent.
Cabin-clad, just one dared leave -
a son tired of being pent-

And, out front, he built a fire,
his silhouette danced the wall -
story Plato's Cave inspired.
They saw the interloper crawl,

but he did not...

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