Prompt: An infestation poem.


In the silent darkness
Sanctuary for tiny “flutters”
Eat their fill
Left only holes
Large and small
Hats, coats, scarves and mittens
Even the fringe
Stowaways in a poncho
From Peru

What evil lurks
Behind closed doors


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