Lairs inhabited
High mountain to grassland prarie
Crept through silently
Earth
Opaque
Dark, still, with handle
Suddenly on the sidewalk
Dare we open it?
Birds, bugs, and berries
Flocking to bushes
Thorns be damned, plump and juicy
Delicious black fruit
Blue
Primary mixable
Purple, mix primary red
Green, mix with yellow
Incense Cedar
Pleasant nasal note
Creates pencils and baskets
Native arrow shafts
Water?
Safe? Instinct shouts NO
100 years ago, even then
Not really water
Art
Spirit of Rothko
Still, illumined thought, painted
Spirit of respect
Woodpecker
Must be springtime now
Magically rows of holes
Sap and bug supper
Belladonna
Touch? Wash your hands quick
Eat? Do not. Won’t kill but sick
Look? Yes, many times
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Four seven four six six last
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