The Uprooted Strike Back

Posted: May 6, 2011 in Poems
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Laying down on a blanket I enjoy
music drifting in my ears.
Between my fingers twirls a blade
of grass, plucked from the earth.
I, the Grim Reaper of nature,
wink at it malevolently. More get
uprooted from their homes for
my sadistic pleasure. They are fun
to poke, prod, and dissect.
Moments later I look up from
examining one and see an army,
ready and waiting. In unison, they wink.

Copyright Danielle Meeker 2011

  1. Mom says:

    LOVE it!
    XO Mom

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