would chuck?

so,
i was wondering where all my ripe tomato fruits
were disappearing to.
turns out,
they are the preferred snack for an
bushwhack attacking groundhog.
i'm serious, duders.
the fat F*licker ambled his hoary heinie
right out in broad daylight,
right before our faces, even,
to munch up just a little bit.
at least the big-A* blundering bears try to be discreet.
not this blumpy ninja.
he rolled right over and made with the chompin'.
i admire his blunt, bold, burly battle-beastliness,
but i would've liked to chomp down
on some succulent cherry-red 'mato treats, too.
ah well,
it just goes to show:
nature wins.
maybe i'll leave my new prize out on a stalk
for him to come and claim tonight.
c'mon.
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sunday night?
uh-huh.
the heat wave has crested, crashed,
and finally broken on the shores of summer.
it's bearably hot,
tolerably humid,
and the setting sun is lovely.
this is where it's all really happening.
like a meadow at dusk.
everything,
and nothing.
at the same time.
*
one more day of work to go.
everybody's working for the weekend, neighbors.
even if the weekend starts on tuesday;
never quiet, never soft.....