I chanced to spy a bird this morn
that seemed to mope as though forlorn
for all the lovely trees were shorn
by our neighbor in the back
and it was quite a harsh attack
I watched his workers saw and hack
away at the defenseless trunks
a heartless band of hired punks
that carted off the shattered chunks
while countless creatures hit the loam
evicted and compelled to roam
so someone could spruce up their home.
Are You Reading Me?
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