My Nephew’s Boyish Delight In Coming Upon Mammalian Critters

If the tin was peeled from my own can,
and the giant stared down upon us
— this sardines example I’m drawing
for my nephew, and here
I’m holding his eyes, cracked pepper freckles
— that the giant leave me be.

I’m telling him this bc we have followed
Mrs. Gopher to her hole, and one of her runts
hasn’t learned about Mankind — poked head
too far from the tunneled-under roots,
and Mom is chirping mad…