little birds on my lawn/nests in the bushes next to my house/nests
that start families/a neighborhood fox/homewrecker/engages in dastardly
plots for sunny side up bird eggs/unlimited mimosas and avocado toast/this
fox in its ostentatious hat, it knows how to brunch/does it for instagram/stupid hat
selfies in front of the nests, ruined by hunger/by natural impulse and an algorithm
feeding the fox a buffet of brunch picture comparisons/
bird corpses litter my front yard/nests ripped apart, left dangling in the bushes/disrupted
and shredded/errant sticks on my front steps/no sign of the errant hurricane of influence, just the good bones of a nest made with something like love, snapping under my feet as i leave to find a meal for myself/we are out of avocados again
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