Desert Dweller

Bits of straw,
wood chips,
decaying cardboard,
plastic remnants.

I’m not sure
if it’s the squirrel
that occasionally peers
into the sliding glass door.

or the packrat I saw
trying to hide
at the corner of the house.

but someone appreciates me enough
to leave gifts
neatly arranged on my doorstep.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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