the dandelions elbow each other,
as they sway in the crisp breeze.
The squirrels run up trees,
then run down for no reason,
hide nuts from one another,
then forget their burrows.
Markovian, they truly are.
The crow on the roof ledge,
screeches aimlessly, and
trips just as it takes flight.
Its all too funny, and I
just too jobless.
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