PlasticBag FaceMask - ...Could Not Stand Up To a Rhinoceros

Poached becomes the poacher
Close to extinsion
Close as they come
Disregard the pleas for help
Empty calories
Lower defenses
Three hundred year old scratching post
Punich war with an army of caterpillars
If you ever became a butterfly
I would powder my nose with your wings
Some come fight your fight
For me a minor inconvenience
Your tree is for my leisure
Your hunger is an afterthought
Alas, an itch is scratched
On the bark you find
Yourself a smear on
Your precious tree
Metamorphosis

Written by:
Patrick Hogan

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