Hinder me plenty I wither and wither Leaves on the sidewalk Stamps from autumn Return to sender Welcome to winter I was a beetle on a tree Burrowing into bark This is food This is home You hang a trap on a branch Am I such a pest You’d make my sanctuary a hell? Everything withers My exoskeleton is just a husk now I took the bait It was delicious, thank you I shouldn’t have been here to begin with But my stay was delightful No hinderance A pittance of your time is still a bounty -k.r.r.
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