Rubbing his eyes, looking out of his nest.

Hungry,  punching his brother

leaps, making a run for it!

Humans have corn on a tray

for him? to be planted?

either way he wastes no time.

Shoos away the wrens

monopolizes the table spread before him.

nervously chewing, having met the lanky dog

and the woman of the house..

She would rather he shared.

He would rather not.

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