Decaying composition  
Fickle and forlorn
Drinks a meadows wishes
Blows a hollowed horn

Shells of seedling cases
Crisp and in a crunch
Steals an ears attention
Is welcomed, not so much

Worm with fattened ends
Darkens to the dirt
Wanting in some privacy
So he can do his work

Cylindrical dudgeon
Dug beneath my feet
Crumbles the earth below
Giving to conceit