She got up the other morning
to find her two favorite plum trees,
not robbed of plums,
not injured by beetles,
not scarred by a weed-wacker,
not pruned to death by the power company,
but simply gone-
Stolen by some local beavers
who needed a couple of sticks.
Of all the inconsiderate things.
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