Endangering the Species

Here is where I love to sit: my sofa. Such a comfy fit

Merv's favorite place

For one like me whose back is hunched! And so with pillows softly bunched

Around my body, I look out across the lake, and think about

The painted turtles and the frogs that sit and sun themselves on logs.

A heron stares into the bottom, catching minnows, croaking, "Got 'em!"

Turkey vultures surf the thermals. Robins pause to peck at wormholes.

Muskrats ramble through the weeds: waterlilies meet their needs.

Every creature has its place. Nature moves with measured pace.

 

Then someone comes and though they hug, I end up downcast on the rug.

Forgetting that I have my place, they sometimes leave me on my face.

I cannot move so well as they, nor can I find the words to say,

"Don't leave me in this helpless mess! I can't survive with all this stress!"

 

I wonder. Can it be a fact that I'm a bear that makes them act

So thoughtlessly in forcing me to be where I don't want to be?

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