The storm

Winds yowled

rains lashed

trees groaned

creeeeeek,  craaaaack, crrrrrrrrunch

Down.

Rooty lid, sunken crater, creepy-crawly underworld of

            flat bugs

                        even-flatter squash bugs

                                    eat-em-up assassin bugs

                                                eat-em-bigger-better damsel bugs

                                                            run-away-quick stilt bugs

scurrying hither-thither in search of

another under-tree home.

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