In woods within the city
The woods pretend to be
More than merely pretty
And decorously twee.
We have an owl and chipmunks
And squirrels and a fox
And almost massive tree trunks.
Mocha Man's two blocks
Away. Falafel King
And Conoco sustain
The needs of those who bring
Both brunch and hope, if rain
Muddies not the footpath
and wetteth not their feet.
The titmice, in mild wrath,
Fall silent, lest they meet
The programmers, the lawyers,
The botanists in clogs,
and eco-tested warriors
With large and tubby dogs.
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