The Mouths in the Cave

In reefs and caves you make a vibrant nest, Your shells erect majestic, living rocks; As sunlight burns you scheme whilst taking rest, But when the night sets in, your case unlocks. As tendrils slither through the murky brine, They taste the brackish soup for future prey; A thousand tiny mouths now wait in line, … Read more

A Battle of Conservation

The island shores run red with blood, As vermin stalk and kill their prey; A grisly, feather-strewn display, As flights are culled with deathly thud.   But waste breathes life into the clay, So nutrients drain from the mud As vermin stalk and kill their prey; The island shores run red with blood.   The … Read more

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