to the tune of "One Great City" by The Weakerthans

[hisownshoes]

Late afternoon, another day is nearly done

A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one

A million sharpened ant teeth in the underground

That hollowed hurried sound

Of hooves on grassy floor

And as the possums snore

The moose are getting up

Rubbing antlers, trying not to say

I hate forestry.

The grizzly checks the beehive seven minutes late

The angry bee’s restlessness annunciates

Berries suck, hikers taste lousy anyways

The same food every day

And in the rotten wood grain,

The fireants are at it again

Bear’s talking to himself

And hears the wind echoing his phrase

I hate forestry.

And up above us all,

Leaning into sky

A golden eagle’s toy

Will be eaten and then die

Mouse no longer likes this town

And in his dying breath he proclaims

I....

Hate...

Forestry.