They had no problem with thorns, ignoring them

It seems nothing bothers the rocks, on the ridge

Devouring the tasty succulents, each, one at a time

Was exquisite, nothing wasted, not even a smidge

Poor cacti, trying hard to escape the stone clutches

They would squiggle and squirm, but to no avail

Eventually, they simply gave up the brave fight

Losing the struggle, as the bigger rocks did inhale

When the smallest pebbles, had been fully sated

They began their tumble, down the mountainside

Grateful, at last, to be rid of those pesky boulders

The cacti, once again, could now safely abide…

 

January Writing Prompt – The pebbles devoured the succulents, one tasty morsel at a time – Day 18/31

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