One Contingency
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The arctic tundra contains strange critters
called lemming, 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 strange furball
are based on runs; when their numbers get dense.
They cluster close when food is a windfall;
then spread out when shortages grow intense.
Madness is never part of Nature's plan;
that's one contingency: She leaves for Man.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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