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Third bobcat
Young bobcat, perhaps female,
paler with less prominent florets,
sauntered across my back yard
yesterday – my third, my privilege
Over the years, i’d watched two others,
probably male, grow to be too large
and too muscular to be house cats
each year their markings darker
and more distinct and handsome
I am sorry to be moving away, giving
up the honor of observing
this one over time
laughing at Nature
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
i chuckle at how the bobcat cub saunters
through my back yard as though it were his
though he never offers to split the property tax bill
but my amusement is short-lived as i remember
Mother Nature’s taxes are matters
of life and death