once I was smoky bacon and potato
spare the lettuce and sliced tomato
I filled a doughy perogy
along came a hungry doggy
chewing me to tiny bits
I wonder how that menu fits
with my borsht blood
drenching me in a buttery flood
all that melted butter
making my beet heart flutter
once I was a ripening apple
my tree and I we used to grapple
hanging from a young bent over sapling
I hung there contentedly for weeks quite aptly
then haplessly I dropped to the orchard ground
hoping that maybe one day I would be found
lying there as another neutered example
hoping I wouldn't be completely trampled
September sun broke through the dumpling clouds
while cuddling worms removed their coddling shrouds
surely then I was rotten to the core
scavenging wasps soon arrived in swarms and hordes
finding all my fallen relations
all that spoiled fruit from many tree nations
ecstatic nature had contrived that plan
we had slipped through the fingers of the orchard man
however wasps and ants arrived scavenging
enjoying the ground fall they were daily ravaging
sipping sweet juice hoping they would find more
wicked beasts scavenging to my rotten core
once the avenging birds had come
after black bear had eaten some
wasps and ants retreated home
eventually bear ambled back to his thunderdome
everyone back to their caves and paper nests
while victory raised its colourful autumn crest
bottom creatures happily scattered our seeds
sun rain and soil provided the rest of our needs
one of me grew into a fruiting apple tree
ants bears and wasps eventually viewed me with glee
while orchardmen picked my fruit for apple fritters
not everything in life is sparkle and glitter
sometimes it seems those things God creates
are simply meant to nourish other critters

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