NATURE Poem: I live by a swamp, by Ihor Pidhainy

where the birds sing by day,
and owls hoot before light,
critters that crawl
summer-bound roaches and geckos,
and spring-fed ants, line up beside the kitchen window
or fly through the hole in the screen door.

There the cat plays and jumps,
Looking for baby squirrels,
While hiding from puppies and children.
(She’ll skedaddle in a second
When the bark and bray break through).

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