The tree dwellers were the first to notice.
They could smell it’s coming on the breeze.
The whisper went about, ‘Con, con, con’!
The word was passed on; flight became the order of the day.
The evacuation began. The tiny creatures that inhabited the depths of the trees hearing the call to flee knew they had to move. Past experience told them this was not something to ignore. Do so at your own demise.
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