One Contingency
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In the Arctic, there are some strange critters
called lemmings, which legend says jump off cliffs.
Their fate's enough to give one the jitters,
imagine finding all those frozen stiffs.
When overcrowding becomes an issue,
it's rumored they all stampede to the sea.
And throw themselves in, but hold the tissue,
for that enduring myth isn't true, you see.
Misconceptions about this small furball
are based on their runs when they get too dense.
They stay home when there's enough food for all,
then run off, as their numbers grow intense.
Madness is not a part of Nature's plan,
that's one contingency; She leaves for Man.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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