The grasshoppers whom for summer
had made for habitus
to pry the squirrels stash for winter
one year found it empty
For the squirrels had stopped to gather
when it's all but taken every year.
There for a hand into the wrong hole
writhing in pain beneath the tree.
Such is nature to make for many lessons,
for too many or little
soon enough it adjusts the rhytm
in either directons needed
for a serpent made for nest instead
they never returned to that tree.
Then for culture too, for a guidestone:
make not too comfortable a bed.
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