Knock : On Effects
A tiny spore rides the breeze
drifting about, so much at ease
Here comes 5 billion more
barely enough, to fill a pore
Followed on by 10 trillion plus
save a single one, superfluous
For nature knows only too well,
not every niche becomes a citadel
Lose your place ready or not,
something else takes its spot
Dung beetles lay dying around
tuskless elephants on the ground
But wait! that superfluous spore
descends to thrive amongst the gore
Very next day a mushroom grows
atop my city, 100 million C glows
K'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
7/23/2021 written.
entered 9/13/2021
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2021
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