Read the living forest,
Flourishing as bugs infest.
However, do not feel,
Listen, a potential meal.
Tip, tap, tip, tap.
The leaves, rustled and rasp,
Skitter, skatter.
The bug, fleeing faster.
Thousands of legs,
There will be no rest,
Move, move!
Oh, no longer true.
Feast!
Don't release!
Tear this bug!
Into shrubs!
The centipede,
a powerful stampede!
Hear it clench mighty jaws,
Feel it crush the bugs raw!
Rest now,
Ponder around,
Run the trail,
Without fail.
YOU ARE READING
A Few Poems that I Have
PoetryI've collected some poems over the years that I've made them, and right now, I'm feeling pretty bored, so I'll post 'em here. There's a bit of a lackluster vocabulary choice, but these are all poems for 1 - 3 years ago; and some were made to 9th gra...
