rising like yeast up the old oak
tree. Springing like a slinky to maul
the metal cage, clinging to it
like words on a page. Gobbling all

the feed till he shakes out
most of the seed to the ground. So,
the bunnies have a meal next time
they come around. I fixed ones

with traps but the beast finds
his way between the gaps. I placed
a teeter-totter dome over the top
so, he'll wobble and fall. But he doesn't

stop!  He shakes and shimmies
like chocolate jimmies on an ice cream
cone dipping headfirst inside the bowl. It's war!
I swore I'd save the seeds and kernels

of corn for the robin's baby born.  He has
the acorns to himself!  Greedy gut has
the fattest tail and ****. And the beadiest
eyes I've seen. And he's downright mean!