Evicting the resident, a solitary mouse,
No time for him to pack his bag,
Not a minute to even smoke a fag.
So off he flees as nature intended -
Soonest gone, fastest mended.
Housewife embarks with her Spring cleaning,
Meaning business while her spider's preening,
Its cobweb created in supreme intricacy
For the little fly for the spiders' tea.
A snail slopes out, his house to slide,
(Maybe a midge might take a ride),
His target a plantlet, fresh leaves to eat,
The snail eats his meal, the plant his meat.
Slug pellets into the garden they go,
Or the man slices his victims with trusty hoe.
In desperate measure they try slide slow away,
For if they survive to return one day.
The strong hold sovereignty over the weak,
As natural is this order is as the love the lonely seek,
This is the earth in its naked death and life,
Nature produced the flower, and gave us the knife.
A.J. Buttle 2006
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