Shoot it if it rhymes

Flicker

In your race to the pine-trees,

Did you trample the little
Green mushroom?

You may have felt a soft squish
Beneath your boot;

A tiny crack

Like a toad’s jaw breaking.

You stepped up and away,

Your eye on the firefly

That hovered over a cannabis bush.

I,

A veil of silverfish over my head,

Just stood

And watched.