Yellow Horde Traditional Cache

Crops destroyed

A field swarms with locusts
the green consumed by the mandible wave
The yellow horde crunches under foot
Crawls down your neck. Disgusts.

Predators eat till they are sated
And yet the locusts remain. Undaunted
They chew on leaving only death behind.
They leave with appetites still unabated.

A forest swarms with beetles drilling holes
We look to the cold of winter for relief
Lush green crowns now rusty in death
They bore on – we have no viable controls.

So come do your part to end the rampage
Look up to the brilliant green of life
And stop the ferocious mandible
By deftly signing his hidden cache page.