The forest/ my phone


The moonlight falls on the trees
Shining as bright as a phone on 100% display brightness
The forest floor is a desolate land of darkness.
It feels like my phone when it runs out of charge
The critters in their burrows make noises
It sounds like my phone when it gives me a notification
The tiny newborn ducks pester their parents to show them the world
It feels like my phone pestering me to pick up a phone call
So this is the story of the forest/my phone….

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