The world. It’s alive. At least
All around this neighborhood.
It’s not just you and your pets,
Your family, companions,
Your germs, kind or threatening.
If, improbably, it turns
Out this is the one object
Drifting and spinning through space
Where hunger was invented,
It sure is saturated.
Outside a dusty window,
Rabbit brush butters the ground,
Small birds zoom from junipers,
A lizard suns on a stone,
And two chipmunks race around.
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