They move across the landscape
at a slow and steady pace,
their stomachs aching.
As those who are hungry are wont to do,
they seek the low-hanging fruit.
So into our neighborhoods they come,
not to reclaim all we’ve stolen,
but to partake of our bounty.
They eat our flowers.
Destroy our gardens.
Dine on food left for pets,
and the pets too.
They dig through our garbage,
leaving a mess behind.
We have the audacity to think we’ve been wronged
when in actuality
we expected them to play by our rules -
and they did.