Twigs are like their seat (while their scenery is sweet).
Leaves absorb some heat (from the sun that’s like their peach).
Bunched flight at some height, jungle life with sunlight:
moving together their grooving is dynamite.
Curvy branch skyline and its critters are a surprise find,
like a carny ride that strikes and chimes on a dime.
Curvy branch neighbors are browsing the clouds.
Together they’re like music or puzzle note sounds.
Curvy branch neighbors find peace with the breeze.
Maybe they can be what their audience perceives;
maybe they can be what their audience believes.
While they might give the creeps, their potential intrigues.
Their silhouette leaves impression like it speaks.
Spikes with stripes or blades: they slice.
Light with bite knifes more than thrice.
Leaves fly or flutter (like a bug whose name has butter).
Green winged creatures muster; together they’re a wonder.
Towered by strange twigs. Martian party shapeshifts; flutes could look like plain sticks.
Garden trip amazes.
On a windshield lands a mantis (under high branches).
This mantis maybe prances, from left to right advances. Praying: this mantis’ stance is.
