Ants up, down,

the rising chokecherry leaves

filling their always unknown need



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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