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Beware jelly-fish

we know you quietly hunt us

with clear poisoned barbs.

The apes chase, flea search

beg for nuts in the long game

to please behind bars.

Slide me whole to waves

no hillside grave with dank soils

creeping down to sea.

Picnic with Laurel

touching her smooth skin she smiled

at my seemed folly.

Its flesh bites my knife

the boar’s Heaven rending squeals

to remain a pig.

The Puma’s cage stinks

its eyes drill with a fierce brain

crammed dull by pacing.