Wicked bulbous masses descend on my valley
Consuming the land, advancing with precision.
Slowly they crawl toward me
Smothering the land behind.
Ahead their partner in crime beats
The trees are whipped, the dog hides
Menace sneers and defies.
I watch and wait, the dog cries
The sun scurries to hide.
The monster grows, lightening it throws.
I hear it laugh as it thunders and roars
Refusing to hurry, taking it's time.
Safe inside I watch and wait
Oh monster know I will not take the bait.
Afraid not am I, I delight in watching you perform
You will pass, you always do
And I will stay behind.
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