In the velvet blackness, under the Cow Tamarind, the blue frog is sitting motionless; Moisture plops to the humus soft ground and fighter ants form an implacable juggernaut, “Time,” scraping away at the allotted life span.
Above me, the clouds viciously wring themselves empty, lashing the tree tops, gouging at the finger soft larvae greedily eating themselves to split sided redundancy, away from their chosen banquets. Tiger Orchids shake in fright; Black lightning glides past leaking, moss covered tree trunks; Unblinking amber pupils miss nothing in infra-red light; For the shadow-speckled deer the time is now, Eternity approaches.
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