I wonder if faeries pretend,
or scheme bigger things
than humans can imagine.
Extinction cannot be chosen,
for example, it's just what we do
without thinking, with no prediction
as to how it all might end, but is it
according to plans in faeryland,
where eons don't mean as much
and they'll watch us get rid of us
as a way to get all the hills green
again, and free the world up for all
their smallest, funnest friends?
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