Little Green Demons

These leaves are whistling to me in their melancholy tune

Lyrics, strings, percussion have no meaning to those green fingers

Hum and shake, Rattle and twitch as they, “la la la” and ” mm mm mm”

So carefree with a memory short-termed and shallow

How quickly they forget their brothers and sisters who have been yanked away

Fallen to the ground, teared, bloodied and crushed

No song left to sing for our friends whose lives are forfeit

Just carry on in our flapping and frolicking way. Let the wind bend and direct

Our every motion. Why worry when we can just, “la la la” and “mm mm mm”

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