there is another world
on the ground,
below the grass, the
rocks, the weeds.
burrow whole in the soft
ground,
the earth
being full of things
unseen.
the worms,
the insects, the mice.
hidden in the thickets,
night creatures
in the hollow of trees.
silent
nocturnal beings
with red eyes
and hearts no less
than ours
keeping beat.
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
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