Wolf in Sheep's Clothing


Root down. Feed
me, Seymour,
more spores &
ferns. Weird grin

of oblivion
among dead dumb
ferns. Dumb bunnies.
Stalks &

dentata. Meek oblivion
the dead inherit.
See, feed. Torn

down. Weird grid.
Biting off more than
you, every stump
hides a friend,

hug, squeeze,
name; in this case
the rabbit is
lucky. Eye stalkers

wriggle in
the canopy.  Is that
an edible mushroom
or are you just disappointed

seeing Nobody
run from the toothy
surprise in the garden.




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