Beaver Pot Pie

A crick in my neck
And pistols in hand,
I’m stopping the beavers
From creating a dam.

Shots explode,
An unsightly surprise;
A year supply
Of beaver pot pie.

Beaver Pot Pie by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

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