Annoyed with a task
to clear an Autumn thicket
"Get out of the way!"
is a silly thing to say
to a cat or a cricket
who well might ask
why rake leaves
and starve the soil
or chem-lawn the grass
to an artificial green,
though owners believe
such unpaid toil
for a stylish magazine
is an emblem of class,
they merely achieve
the tag of tourist,
dodging ancestral fate,
the fear and hate
deep in their own
dark forest.

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