A thousand
Flat fingered
Tentacles
Reach to
Rain and dew,
Silken mite threads
Glisten in the sun.
Pungent pine
Scents the air,
Drawing the
Midwinter deer.
The neighbor wages
Valiant war,
Armed in vain
With burlap
To face the
Cloven enemy.
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