Radulae

They're,
a lot.


The fully-grown summer sun is heating the valley, an open branch.
Whereas your intentions are at ease, mine are not but in rain we might
put our intuition to work on fullspeed,

It's as simple as guessing where you've hidden your food.

Look at the beginning, at the rows that are not hidden but made for a reason
Look now, they're moving, dancing : the teeth, watch.

Whereas they lack of brain and their attitude is uninspiring,
the teeth harden you for the path oh how stubborn are you won't you come over

Why so many teeth on these radulae?
It's, perhaps, the result of their own brains self-constructing.

The need is the eyesight of more.