Dry rot

Nature’s got to me roots are sprouting, I’m going out in to the forest soon. Vegetating on the diet they make in laboratories. If they’d let me be a tree I’d have branches everywhere…

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Sweet dreams

Underneath the forest’s evening scowl the wolves howl and the chickens go home to roost. The deer dear to me jump crazily the squirrel squirrels away its nuts and it is nuts sometimes at night times when the predators prowl underneath the forest’s evening scowl…

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Stripes

If scarcity becomes then a rarity and we find it’s actually a necessity will we finally stop killing tigers?…

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