going underground
ants are everywhere
and most of them are downright
industrious
then there’s the spiders
and snakes and whatever nature
wants to sally forth populating this place
ground squirrels moved in
last week
little sons a bitches
neighbor says he’s got a
groundhog
living up there
behind them bushes
wolves and foxes make for
scary noises
beyond the border trees at night
or maybe it’s just two cats without gloves
settling an old match
or better yet
an adolescent sasquatch
out looking for a snack
beneath all the commotion
subhumans thrive at
twenty-four seven bazaars
peddling flashlights and canteens
and cuban cigars
dark chocolate squares
and high-powered rifles
july two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Nice one – It fits in well with my misanthropic view of the world today.
thanks Archie – as they say, we live in interesting times….
I like how your poetry always has a twist to it…like a surprise ending. Well done.
Thank you, Bev, so glad you enjoyed this one!
“better yet
an adolescent sasquatch
out looking for a snack”
Lets go with that…so much more intriguing 🙂
lol – you probably didn’t know I’m a big sasquatch fan (no pun intended)
I am also a Sasquatch fan too!! Loved it!~
Nothing like a good mystery!