Newborn larva born in darkness, seeking sup, earthen claim
nascent body, soft, san legs; perfect fit for young beaked lunch
tangled nerves of ganglia, photoreceptor'd eyes and brain
dirt-bound species, existence spent weaving through chilled leafy crunch-
studied by a feathered fiend perched high up the wild food chain
evolved in one hundred twenty million years, this tiny worm, one sec. to munch;
Through mulched pine needles searching, feeding, hermaphrodite cross-fertilizer
he-she inching round God’s eye, under field chasms low
engineered segmented body, cylindrical decomposer
devouring deadened matter, gaining mass for nearby wingéd crow;
goings, comings where death is fresh, turning soil, small bulldozer
soon to play its last bit part in ecosystem's silent show…
A whirr of feathers from above, sensed as shadow, early sun
a flash, a moment, a meal made- a habitat, a deed is done.
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