Curtis Johnson Poet Couplet

Like He Owns the Place

One would think that he owns the place.
He's never happy or satisfied with God's gifts.

But he takes my personal nuts without asking.
I catch him stealing and he shows no guiltiness,

and gives me no respect as if he owns the place.
He walks slowly down the fence line and stops.                                                                                           

Squirrel and human, six feet apart, and eye to eye.
He looked at me as if I had done something wrong,                                                                                           

and made me feel that, not I, but he, owns the place.
But you should have seen the looks on my angry face.

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