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They hide, usually.


They are not much into appearances,
so sometimes I forget they are even there.
Today they emerged though, slithered out
from under rocks, crunched over dead leaves,
slid over winding tree roots, climbed through branches.
They rose up, all of them did.
I kicked one, pushed another away, picked up a rock,
one I could barely lift, and aimed it at three of them.
The rock tumbled from my hands, missing them completely.
The noise startled them though, and they scattered,
Then reconvened as a group, lurked down the river,
through currents and rocks, and disappeared
back into their secret places.
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