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A thousand feet below my lair,
Noisy tourists fill the town…
While in the lofty foggy air,
Hummingbirds gather around.
The Hummers meet with nervous cheeps,
As car drivers toot their horn…
Tourists have no respect for themselves,
Or any of the wildlife being born.
The whales corralled by sightseer boats,
Are held captive, eating their krill.
The species struggling in the wild,
Don’t know the peace above town, I feel.
The flustered fauna when frightened,
Have very few places to hide…
Whereas I can simply enter the house,
Lock the door and stay inside.
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