Oh my, they're back again - those surreptitious,
friendless things. Eating leaves off trees and stripping
bark, tromping and chomping along. Would that some
gardener now would see them. Like luggage at an
airport strip - piled high and waiting - these huge
beasts of things amass. Whatever shall we do! We
thought we were rid of them! Not even two by two,
just one at a time enough, they prance and mangle.
I cannot now ever close my eyes but see them still.