The Summer of Dozens of Rodents

Squirrels, mice, rats, bushy-tailed rats—
All ecology’s local,
Most directly overhead

In the attics and branches,
But also in the pantry,
And what’s that under your bed?

A tiny, black-eyed, whiskered,
Nope. That was just a spider.
You put up with what you can,

Live with what you can’t keep out.
A giant eye opens up
A million miles out from here

To scrutinize the cosmos,
And that’s exciting, very.
Black seed turds dot your counters.