257- unfounded claims

Posted on February 12, 2016 by Ken Greenman

I’m relieved to hear that only
apes and me use tools.
I’d hate to think the chickadee
was playing us for fools,
when he jams the sunflower seed
into a crack in an oaks rough bark,
holds it firm,
(dare I say?)
like a vice,
extracts the kernel,
flits away.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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