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Poison darts
Frogs and webs
Trap the flies
and swallow them.

Fattened up
on trash and bile

Stomachs full
the creatures smile.

What comes next
a dirty bird.

The screams
of prey
are never heard.

Death by venom
bite of snake

To reach our end
our only fate.

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William F. Aicher

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