Mushroom Hunting
It’s almost fungus season
When mushroom hunters foray
In lonely fields and woodland
Hoping to spot their prey
Foraging for champignons
Puffballs and parasols
Avoiding death and ink caps
Sickeners and false morels
Every fungus is unique
In colour and in form
Some robust, others delicate
In shades of ochre, rust and cream
Frilly gilled and plump of flesh
Egg-shaped, flat and scaly
In shady spots and open rings
Mushrooms are hunted daily
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writing in north norfolk 
It is interesting to be near forests and areas where one can forage. Living in London does not offer those opportunities!
This poem is very much appropriate and appreciative of mushrooms.
Thanks for sharing, best wishes.
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You’re welcome!
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