The table was set in elaborate chaos, as the monkies broke bread in the trees.
Haphazardly, vultures circled above that canopy formed by the leaves.
Little beknown to the earthworms below was the sumptuous display above.
Sprinkled with dew drops, untouched by the sun, did fall when touched by the dove.
Scarcely the setting was set by the setter when a disturbance came from without.
Even the ever, no never fear serpent, fled having sensed what’s about.
Lost was the table, the setting, the mood, as the unwelcomed animal appeared.
Walking erect with hands in his pockets did man coalesce in the clear.
Kevin Parish 
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