Tuesday, July 22, 2014


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.

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