The light is burning us,
The air is drying us,
Death is upon us,
We are all wriggling,
In your *****.

Wildflower meadow,
Flowers in summer,
All full of colours,
All full of scents.
HERE'S LOTS OF NECTAR,
HELP US DO ***.
Go away mammals,
We are for insects.

Pulse.
Echoes.
Pulse.
Echoes.
Pulse.
Echo moved.
Eat.

June:
Find caterpillar.
Fly to nest.
Stuff in gob.
Repeat.

January:
Hunger.
Food: Little beetle.
Hunger.
Food: Spider eggs.
Hunger.
Food: Little worm.
It's stopped raining.
It's turned to snow.
The sun is setting.
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Little bundle of feathers in the snow.
(The End.)

One of us.
One of us.
One of us.
One of us.
STRANGER!
Killkillkillkill;
Warwarwarwar;
EXTERMINATE!

Somewhere beyond the hast of commerce,
where noises sing rather than shout.
I know of a place under a canopy of emerald leaves, haloed in the sun.
Creatures come to crawl and fly, soaking the bounty growing natural.

Moments of stillness blow soft, carrying stresses away.
It's a place owned by the trees, they bend to greet travelers weary of their cage.

A place I long to stroll,
where summer kisses all that lives
and wildness sprouts within

The forest behind my neighbor’s garage
Is ten feet wide and thirty feet long
But is full of different types of life

In summer the leaves grew full and thick
Filling the space with shades of green
The ground is dark and mysterious

But in winter the spires of lean saplings
Poke out of bright snow in numbers
Like pins in a white cushion for grandma

The cardinals glide through
The squirrels hide nuts
The finches flutter
All in plain view of my kitchen window
The forest behind my neighbor’s garage.