ChokecherryMature

Ants up, down,

the rising chokecherry leaves

filling their always unknown need

thin,

sharp,

maroon stalks upright, jagged

white spotted

tough to brake, bendable and versatile,

growing up both sides of a fence

leaves bunched, huddled together,

pointed towards the raylight

you can almost see through them

when the sun is shining right.

At the top just a glimpse,

the starts of seeds

small, upright groups

the color of fish-eggs, same with the size

ants are alone roaming the bottom leaves

caterpillars will soon harvest all they can,

black and pointy, green and slick,

always a mouth full of green.

The End

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