two of you,
on my green turf, at play
this sun-drenched day
squirrels courting? or plotting to gnaw on my trim
on a whim, it seems, since my trees have left you
ample acorns and plentiful pecans to fat your bellies,
sharpen your teeth
my neighbor has trapped and drowned a score of you
a dreadful thing to do, many would contend--though I cannot pretend, I’ve not called about a trap
but alas,
I could not watch you writhe wildly
and gasp for breath, without recalling the ancient paddies
and those in my sights whose play I ended, with the fast flick of a switch and easy pull of the trigger, on another sunny day
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
two of you,
on my green turf, at play
this sun-drenched day
squirrels courting? or plotting to gnaw on my trim
on a whim, it seems, since my trees have left you
ample acorns and plentiful pecans to fat your bellies,
sharpen your teeth
my neighbor has trapped and drowned a score of you
a dreadful thing to do, many would contend--though I cannot pretend, I’ve not called about a trap
but alas,
I could not watch you writhe wildly
and gasp for breath, without recalling the ancient paddies
and those in my sights whose play I ended, with the fast flick of a switch and easy pull of the trigger, on another sunny day
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