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.
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