nestled together,
each from
chomp to compost to Mmmm again.
Nothing could pull them from twig and leaf.
Their mantra over and over.
Salutations in twilight to desert grass.
Mental telepathy between frond and foe.
Shikow. Shikow.
The chomp thump squeeze of hearts.
Rows upon rows.
Gentle and forever.
Then the mantra again.
Shikow. Shikow.
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