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Burton L. Carlson
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No Respect

A rabbit, still wild, independent,
accepted my quiet presence
as it ate my clover.

Then I found it dead in the street,
an innocent missed only by me,
otherwise dismissed;

or, if noticed,
acknowledged as road kill,
wrong time, wrong place,

killed stupidly again and again;
by each car run over.

NatureSpiderWeb ConnectionsMarch 16, 2015
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