Chain, Chain, Chain

‘The sheep eat grass. You eat the sheep. Voila!
You are eating sunshine paused along its route
though living creatures,’ laughs the carrion crow
uneasily. He knows he’s next. The beetles
shudder gracefully, for bugs. The mites and smaller
scavengers unnamed put on their bibs.

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