[Poetic Peter]

In countless spots around the world where humans think of others, a fox or two or cardinals three think, "I want that human to feed me." They wait in bush or under eave and look through windows blindly. "When is that human feeding me? I guess I'll have to pray, 'O human that is here to serve, I am a hungry fox (or bird). I do not think in words as such and do not waste your seeds or ham. I only want to live and so I am a fox (or birds we am) a-waiting here (your seeds), you ham.'"

[Poetic Peter]

I do not normally explain my poems. In this case, however, the message is very important.

Our President Trump is seeing to it that preexisting medical conditions will be excluded by health insurors.

I celebrate with the above poem because the exclusion of preexisting medical conditions will bring benefits of lower premiums to healthy people and more to insurors.


My next poem, once I ensure the title is original and available, will be called The Fox and the Grapes.

[MitzaLizalor]

Hello; I will be interested to read about the fox and the grapes. Those creatures do get around and often use cunning stunts to trick those whom they'd deceive, as in the case of a certain crow.