The Cactus
In a sunlit corner
of the garden
a large, proud cactus
stood tall in a green pot
in front of a gilded mirror
admiring itself
resplendent
in its armor
of long spines
and crowned
with a purple flowering hat,
until yesterday
when it toppled over
decapitated
by a bug
who was hard to see
and had dined for days
on the gooey center
of its
swollen vanity.
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