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Late in October
Playing the odds of one more warm day
The last katydid is hanging tough
While a mantis prepares for hara-kiri
Nervous chipmunks pool intelligence
They’re drawing up secret maps
And hiding them in burrows
I hear each year they forget
Where they’ve stashed them
And so must struggle like the rest of us
Blinded by frozen eyelids
Stumbling, falling
Toward utter hibernation
Squirrels are in my face
Staring right through me
Peering for nuts I may have hidden
behind my ears
I guess I’m no threat now
Compared to what’s coming
The ones who can’t take the pressure
throw themselves in front of cats
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create evolution
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