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Animal
Sanctuary
An
ordinary lawn, an old oak tree
Beneath
it at dusk baby bunnies hopAn island of peace in a suburban sea
Blessed by Saint Francis of the Garden Shop
Sweet
little birds pause at the feeder there
To
gossip loudly over their breakfast seedsThis Eden where all creatures play free of care,
Well-tended, mown, and free of prickly weeds
A
delicate deer has been known to browse
The
grass at dawn, and creatures great and smallKnow that the yard around our little house
Is a happy haven, safe for them all
But
today we saw, in this pretty world,
Buzzards
devouring the corpse of a squirrel
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