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Lost In The Thick, Dark Forest
The owls hoot nearby;

The screech-owl calls;

The wolves howl in the distance;

The beetles tap and tap in an endless charade

The cicada seems like it won't give up clinging to the trees; its eyes looks lovely

The bush dog barks incessantly;

The squirrels stare . . .
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Oblivion
I sit there staring straight at it

Watching it disappear

Bit by bit

I'm too entangled with it

Maybe I'm a part and parcel of it

The more I look at it

The less I see

It stares back hard

Now I'm scared

I don't know what it's thinking

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