BRIGHT EYES

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BRIGHT EYES

Bright eyes look out at me

from a jungle of trees.

Leaves rustle in the soft wind

or from some movement within.

I must get out of here.

I can not take this fear.

I am lost in the green see.

This isn’t where I want to be.

I left the party to open a closed door,

and here I am about to hit the floor.

I’m surrounded from each side.

There’s no place for me to hide.

A creepy plant is bowing to me.

It wants to take a bite out of me.

How did this party turn to hell?

I can now hear the dinner bell.

I’m sure it is ringing for me.

Dinner I will now come to be.

A GAME

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    Green-glassed walls hold us in.

    The ground rumbles and shakes.

    The trees lift up their trunks,

    Pulling their roots from the dirt.

    They shuffle closer to us,

    Bushes following in their wake.

    A tall plant opens its jaws,

    Sharp teeth protruding from its mouth.

    Squeaking bats follow us out,

    Flapping their wings at our heads.

    We must escape this house.

    This is not a game I care to play.

    THE DEAD GAME

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MAN-EATERS

Welcome to my house.
A greenhouse of snakes.
Overgrown greenery.
A bat cave.
And don’t forget.
My man-eating plants.
The Florida sun shines in.
Giving life to my friends.
And death to all who enter.
THE DEAD GAME

INTO THE JUNGLE

 

 

Take me into the jungle.

Across the bamboo bridge.

To where it’s hot and humid.

And exotic creatures come to life.

Branches hit me in the face.

Bugs bite my hands and legs.

Greenery attempts to bury me.

But this is the life I want to live.

THE GREENHOUSE

 

 

A green house in Florida.

Greenery and wildlife to the brim.

Trees with life of their own.

Birds unseen but heard.

Limbs reaching.

Grabbing for the next visitor.

Snakes slithering in their cages.

Wings flapping in the next room.

Surprises in store.

And so much more.

Come and join us.

THE DEAD GAME

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ALL WILL BE GONE

Why are we so far removed from nature?

The moon is distant.

The stars keep their distance.

Trees and grass are retreating from sight.

The ice caps are receding.

Soon all will be memories.

What will be left?

Just us.