The garden is empty but rich
Rich in food scraps, that is.
Ready to play host to anything
Anything that's green
Anything that wiggles
Anything with four, six, eight legs
Anything with beaks...
But today there's a furry thief
Caught with a scrap in its hands,
(Or front feet, as you say?)
Freezing here and there
As it sneaks out of the garden
And finally drops what it's taken.
Poor furry thief
Now frozen on top of the fence
Empty-handed.
04/04/2010
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