The squirrel’s in the fig tree,
The cats sit by, bemused.
The possums clean the food plates—
Leave perching birds confused.
The food chain’s circuits shorted—
That fruit was meant for us.
Nature’s mindless manners
Create this churning fuss.
(9/29/12)
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