The Worms Are Coming

Though drinking only coffee,
methought the lawn did move,
and I was not mistaken:
A thousand thousand warrior worms,
making their circuitous march
behind waving blades of grass,
like the soldiers bearing branches
that made the Birnam Forest walk.
Their mission remains classified,
but I fear the plot’s not comic.

Copyright 2017
T. Allen Culpepper

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