a bird powerpecks at some metal on the yurt
cockadoodle doo the sheep bleat, the owl hoot,
the jet rip air, car fart by,
mama kitty chase moth then ask for what, milk
they have plenty kibble
they eat two mice in an hour at night
I pet the frog in the beaver canal
I film the newt swimming sunshine
same canal, didn't know they're deadly toxic
they hide in two feet shadows
I hide in wikipunk
yellow flutterby freezes to act flower
I drag gravity up, down terrain
pat myself on the nature
with my own tail
nw portland
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