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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, November 2, 2012

Tree Rats (Are Wonderful!)



Who me? (image source)

Warm and playful
Cute and smart
Quick and clever
Thief
You steal what you need
and hoard what’s left
 Ingenious little bandit
Even the most impenetrable heart
Opens to your love bites
Scornful of dalliance
You tear it apart
Scatter the scraps
and dash off
Chattering.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Fireblossom Friday, FB Joins a Convent in which FB asks us to write a poem which DOES NOT reflect our true feelings (I detest the psychotic squirrels that steal our hummingbird nectar and that nested in my attic last year!)