New Settlement for Flying Monkeys

let X=(a sky)=(The Sky)...flying monkeys

clogging it, duress above a forest canopy.

whacking wings and weighted feet descending

thru the pieced puzzle of top tier leaves.

raining sloshes thrashed with penetration--

the sound of their flock's forced entry.

free for all guttural whoops on the forest floor,

formidable wings spread and withdrawn every

which way.

no apprehension of Oz's legendary four to be

had, just a new settlement long after their ruler

turned into a puddle of water.

let X=(a forest)=(The Forest).