Fungi
a tree, in monolithic silence,
shelters the fungi
which clings like a bat
on its sanctuary trunk.
Who else notices
this quiet nursery
as they pass by on woodland path;
seeing only the shadows
of scampering squirrels
and hearing alarmed birds
replicating Dunkirk.
I will watch you grow
and wait for the nuclear day
when you erupt your spawn
and dust the breeze
with progeny.
100th consecutive day of posting !!
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