Slipped between worse winter

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Slipped between worse winter was
something wetly dank. Birds huddled,
humped, resigned. Ants moped because
their sandstone caves were puddled;
no road led to roam. Worms twined
sans slither, sulked in slime together
under earthen pots, confined
and chafed to glide in wetter weather.
Thunder crashed and belting rods
of rain like rockets washed in waves
across the courtyard; ancient gods
of elemental mayhem. Graves
of spiders -- lizards swept from shelter
whooshed down drains to join the ocean,
helpless flounderers; things skelter,
powerless to resist the motion.
What a way to run a planet
ever thus since gods began it.


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