Boom boom boom,
The beastly human knocks.
Leering through the keyhole,
"Delivery"!
In the wee hours of the morning,
Frosty breaths we spew.
Numbers on a paper,
Fiddly bits too.
Come and go the seasons,
The ever changing winds.
Leaves shed like serpents,
Flowers withers yet bloom.
Erratic Behaviour
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