Bobcat tells me she walked a long time this morning looking for food.

Her stomach growled and she felt weak, so she rested on a branch and talked with me.

No one likes what it takes for Bobcat to feed herself.

Everyone roots for my breakfast, she says wearily.

They don’t care that when Chipmunk escapes

I go hungry.

But Chipmunk is cute, they insist.

Pretty rich for a species that factory farms, Bobcat chuckles at me.

And nature, they say, is such a horror show.

That’s the way it is with people, she says.

They are only bothered by what feeds others.

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