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The Green Meadow Through a Doorbell Camera
For Thornton W. Burgess
And all the Little Folk of the Green Meadow
Old Man Coyote and his comrades yip
And howl and bark out in the midnight fields
But closer by, images grey and green
Record the doings of the lesser folk:
Billy Possum ambles across the lawn
In hopes of carrot-ends and potato peels
Bobby Raccoon and Peter Cottontail
Each night stop and exchange the latest news
Timmy the Flying Squirrel is seldom seen
Young Flash the Deer on the edge of the screen
In shyness skitters away into the dark
And Bob Cat claims the whole world as his park
At dawn the little folk will slip away
But they’ll return tonight to browse and play
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