The Will to Survive

Date: January 14, 2005
From: MJS

Littered with dead leaves
Corpses of last spring perhaps
My yard lies fallow
Strewn with sticks and branches
Blown down from the forest
That crowds the back of my house.
Natural habitat
I named it
And God takes care of it very well.

Now and then a leaf stands up!
And runs with the breeze!
What gives it this delayed strength?

Then there’s the matter of fleas
Living in my favorite sitting place
Brought there by a visiting dog.
Even in a vacuum cleaner bag
They can live up to three months
Be blown out to live again
Resurrected to pester me
And the other dogs of our world.

I avoid extremes myself
Whether of cold or hot
Rough waters or dangerous drives.
What is this?
But the will to survive
Seeking optimum conditions?

Leaves, fleas and people
Have something in common
After all!




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