PLANTS SLITHER LIKE SNAKES

Plants with the life force
And the mobility of,
Animals hunting.

Slithering like snakes
They wrap around the necks,
To throttle human prey.

Moss that closes upon
Passers-by like a stomach,
Closing round its food.

Growing through rib cages
Into bony mouths, then out
Empty eye sockets.

Bones glowing whitely
Startlingly in contrast to,
The dull, mossy green.

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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia