By The Window Poem by David McLansky

I sit alone and watch TV
By the window on the couch
A secret eye upon the perch
Where squirrel feeds in crouch.

He comes to steal the sunflower seeds
That feeds the chickadee;
I eye his theft, his nervous munch;
Alertly, he eyes me.

What law requires that I police
The portioning of said seeds;
I who sit and vegetate
Full warm in all my needs?

This alien race, this anxious foe
Denies titmouse and nut-hatch;
He starves the finch and doesn't flinch
As I fake an awkward snatch.

But such is man to sit and judge
All creatures great and small;
And so I hound the greedy thief
Like God in Adam's Fall.