One Contingency
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In the arctic tundra live strange critters
called lemming that, 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 that they all stampede to the sea.
And throw themselves in, but hold the tissue,
that enduring myth isn't true, you see.
Misconceptions about this small furball
are based on its runs when they get too dense.
Their numbers grow when food is a windfall,
then run off when shortages grow intense.
Madness isn't a part of Nature's plan,
that's one contingency; She leaves to Man.
(Sonnet)
10/14/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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