Third Turn
Fruition. I eschew the race
to beat the creatures who would steal
the makings of an easy meal.
Instead I give them living-space
and hope thereby to gain in grace.
For I have fruit and they have not
so I will share my garden plot
with all small things that come to glean
the secret spaces in between
the softness and the whiff of rot.
Sorry - this cops out in the last line and goes rotty after all...
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