Let the plant wither if it must, the seed fell days ago;
Stuck in a pod, half blind, trapped in a cold puddle,
Like some muddied, pock-marked, leftover snowball.
Too dismal to throw.
I have nothing to do but hibernate.
What am I some kind of iced-over, frost bitten hedgehog?
How can this be with all these trickles?I’m down to a husk of a thing, rattling around like some blind-sided snail.
I’m dying out here!
Or maybe drying; at least things are improving,
I mean how can I do anything about it?
OUCH!I’ve been crunched by a rabid runner and stuffed into a furrow!
I think I’ll cry...yes...
Wait a minute, what is that streaming stuff?
Is it dirt? Is it Sun? Is it Rain?
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