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The Fruit Stealer - July 12, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 12
  • 1 min read

I’ve always written to uplift,

un-sadden the world

 

and was never going to mention the rat with the snapped neck

 

as I pulled back the steel bar

that performed well last night

 

and dropped the fruit stealer

into a plastic bag for the trash

 

I will try not to envision

its partner or children left behind

 

or its last moments, if it had any

of them, feeling the life ebb away

 

so I’ll just end this with a soft toss

quietly leave the garage

 

gently close the door

 
 
 

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