The worms in the
backyard
It lays quiet for
sometimes
Finally, on a
bright sunny day
It starts to crawl
out in numbers
The heat on the
ground
The under-layers
become hot
The penetrating sun
rays
It pokes them to
the skin
It takes a black
worm
Passing through the
ground
The hell of caucus
it causes
The jumping of distaste
abounds
The ring of displeasure
It circles around
But the sun rays
don’t know colours
It hits up the
ground
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