Merry interloper,
defeating intricate
society
security
serenity
is not yours
but bright eyes
see nest
of nature
as home
and shells explode
with food, not death,
for you,
oh squirrel.
2003
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Earlier poem
Previous poem
Prior poem
Prior, prior poem
Before that
Before that
And before that
And before THAT one
Will it ever stop?
Please make it STOP!
Finally