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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

The third poem, in what will now be my Verdant World Quadrilogy.

Birds fly overhead
Looking for a place to land,
Without being killed.

Down below them is
A verdant wonderland,
Beautiful and deadly.

Hoping to get past
The evil greenery,
The tired birds fly onwards.

Eventually too tired
Birds are forced to land,
Hoping not to die.

But even as they land
Quick vines soar out,
Seizing the squawking creatures..

Dragging them in
The vines devour the birds,
Spitting out bones and feathers.

Sated, the vines wait
Upon carnivorous trees,
Hungry for a kill.

When animals or people
Walk through the forest,
Branches reach for them

Verdant killers thrive
On the meat of humans,
Or birds or animals.

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

Submitted: June 06, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts. All rights reserved.

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