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Looking over the fence
At apples parading the grounds
Weighted down

Now

Ripe food for the...
Worm
Ingesting its innards
And leaving it whole
As before

But(t),
Distasteful for others to eat

  Jody:

Like lady bugs
Not their type of treat
Maybe for some
The les-dotted ones

But(t)
For the worms
A delectable treat
A switch from dirt-y eats
To five star meals
The splitting halves
And devouring cores
With tantalizing juices
Leaving seedlings
Making Granny Smith's

Until Honeybee catches sight of what's over the fence, he sees, he likes
Buzzing over with stingers at attention-ready- always
A connoisseur of eating out
Just ask the flowers

Worm feeling the pressure of the one rolling up on dubs-
20cenimeter wings with the candy coat to match
the yellow AND black!
Poor wiggly thing, far from ever hard (needs that blue pill)
Unlike his competition
Who's now locked on his target
Ready to seize his moment
Poor Worm,
On the verge of regeneration
Breaking moment

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Bugging over apples bottomed
Causing premature brown spots to form
While smaller fruit becomes abhorred
Found unattractive for this 'flaw'

Harder to score
Fruit swinging high above in trees
Tight bodied, developing flavor
Picked for its taste more carefully

Worms watching

As over the fence
tight buds blossom organically
flowers giggling in the breeze
as stolen apples would be given for free