Tannenbalmed

      It drapes and it smothers; it hides and it strangles.  Meet kudzu: the bane of abandoned buildings along Florida's roadsides.  It grows quickly in our subtropical biome (as do insects...come to the Sunshine State and you too can witness the world-famous Palmetto Bug flying through the air with the greatest of ease before alighting on your shoulder faster than you can say "Kafka").

Structures into which people once entered now become the skeletons of looming kudzu monsters; their odd shapes casting equally odd shadows beneath unflinching and unknowing light.

In the middle front, I think I see the fear monster from the Lost in Space episode "Space Creature."  There is a very memorable line from that show where the creature announces his true identity: "I am your id!"  From context and pronunciation it seems safe to assume he is referring to the Freudian term.  And would it not be like an id, to lie obscured beneath a thick layer of seemingly innocuous, verdant foliage?       

The Osprey

You know it has crossed your mind before.  Such a shrill, whining call seems inappropriate for someone such as myself: my majestic wingspan, piercing eyes, gnarled talons embedded inextricably in the flesh of my prey.  My name is synonymous with strength, agility, and tenacity and you use my monikers for all kinds of your human things from medical equipment to planned communities.  Speaking of medical equipment, you didn't like it when I made a nest atop the flat surface of this tank outside the hospital.  You wanted to keep me out, so you placed this triangular grate at the summit.  Little did you know, as you placed it there with your fleshy, fragile human fingers, that you were merely building me a pedestal.