They drew themselves into gentle arcs of wind, then over the stone wall. They slid across the lea, and fell towards a great pine tree.  A red-throated woodpecker knocked on the ingress, rocking caterpillars and termites from splintered foot-holds.  Pine-beetle rumors drifted through the zephyr, and addressed them from the hillside.  Rabbit ear clouds leapt slowly from canopy to crest.

We found and plucked them

From a place near the bare moss

We ate every one


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