I know that you are down there
With your binoculars and telescopic cameras
But I don’t really care about you
I have meals to gather and calories to store
Before I lose my chance.
As you can see
I am an acrobat
I hold myself against the ponderosa bark with ease.
I gently tap tap tap into the sappy pine
Sourcing out juicy treasures
The ponderosas in this place are all studded with my work
And in the distance, just beneath
Clatter of dry autumn leaves
The soft drop of pine needles
The deep waft-waft of Ravens
The growling of a motor climbing the sloped canyon side
The sweep-weep of deer hooves in golden streams of leaves
Beneath all of these, the whispering of a Tap
Tap
Tap
As we go about the hum drum business of survival
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