creeping ivy armies
silently invade
claiming all the grassy homesteads
that dwell within the shade
robin breasted fighters
chirppingly bombard
and squirrley little miners
leave the gardens marred
enter dog faced soldiers
bouncing free and true
snarling, rolling, running
following silent cue
watched by rosy growths
silent, hard, and green
as sunny yellow laughter
fills all that's seen
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