InstincThis Poetry (2)

Crawling around on the dirt,
other critters do it, so it won't hurt.

My Stomach spread on the floor,
so much to see, its Never a bore.

a mouse Scurries up and started to squeak
I listened, then i tried to speak.

It nodded back and hugged its tail,
Gave me a big smile and then just Yelled.

"The ground is ours, we won't share,
We've been here for ever, So its ours, it's only fair"

I got up, and whipped off my chest.
Those critters on the ground.. they got it the best.

After the sudden thought that we spoke
Makes me believe, i like rodents more than human folk.

I should clean you more often, so i hear
From the bugs that came out from there, last year.
I should care and tidy, what others don't Got,
I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot.
It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw.
Cause,Under the fridge, is what they saw

Believe me when strangers first arrive,
Their just looking for a puddle, so they can dive.
Come in scrounging for more than a key,
soon enough desperate enough, to drop to their knees,
under the fridge is where they'll Check,
make sure its shiny, not with a single spec.





people like to go around and snoop
Like-wise my dog, in the neighbors chicken coop