Stale Slice of Pizza
It’s raining outside
and I feel content
to just sit on the porch
and watch a squirrel
snag a slice of pizza
from a trash can
The weight is too great
and it falls in
but this is one determined squirrel
A Moliére tale
about a piece of string
intersects my thought
but that’s arbitrary
after a few tumbles
and false starts;
the squirrel gets the pizza
out of the trash can.
It did seem like
a lot of work
for a stale slice of pizza
but who am I to judge?
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