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Didn’t think of that . . . Dec. 28, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 28, 2024
  • 1 min read

I’ve seen tiny birds patrol my tomato

plants keen-eyed bug hunters

that snatch creatures with

ill intent under leaves


the feathers I haven’t seen

are those that attack ripe tomatoes

and no doubt depart with juice

dripping from their beaks


come to think of it

maybe the same ones

that perform upkeep

also enjoy the harvest


I hate it when caring

is misplaced


and offenders go unpunished


 
 
 

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