The chirpers hide amongst tall grass
So do snakes
Hiding and lying in wait
For a slip of claw, to gulp and gloat
One may curse the slitherer
For the chirpers are tiny and demure
Yet both are just the same
One not more precious than the other
One picks at fences
The other slides in it's underbelly
Yet both are beasts
Who ruins what, there's no telling
I pass no judgement, for their actions
Both are alive, living their passion.
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