042910o Homeless Like Us Poem by Manonton Dalan

wind echoes through naked trees
howling fox mourn for lost lunches
squirrel pick on pine cones for seeds
as our longing for food slowly bleeds

frozen berries and fruits on the ground
have to dig into snow where they are found
some grass, tender it crush on your hand
good eating. ease hunger refresh your mind

so many turtles up the cave
i saw bearded men eat it to live
but we we can't eat a man in a house
so helpless, he is homeless like us