
Between the fence and fern
In the back of the yard
In the cool of the dirt
On the soft moss and sod
In a universe of silt
In a narrow never-glade
In the moist and darkened
congruence
of oxygen and shade
A never-ending cycle
of reproductive violence
Natural machinations
Of Darwinian compliance
Larvae, Beetles, Earthworms
Black and Orange Ants
Decomposing nutrients
A lifeblood for the plants
A constantly raging battle
Steadfastly unforgiving
A cyclic constitution
where the dead support the living
And of this earthly netherworld
all that we discern
are the gently blowing leaves
On the softly dancing fern