If you go down to the woods today

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Globs of mould, spat

Out.

Now congealed mutant masses.

Brown

Skirted oaks,

Shapes dictated by nest

Conglomerations.

a POP of GUNFIRE

Echoes, then

Finds a visual mirror in

Fortunate

Flocks

Fleeing.

Tiny tinkle of my bike’s bell:

Paid little heed.

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