The Day the Bulldozers Came

The day the bulldozers cameRooks were buildingCrazy egg baskets in the oaks;Green flies sizzled by the pondAnd a cold-eyed toadWaited for them. The day the bulldozers cameSquirrels were scatteringUp tree trunks,And leapt from branchesThat were hardly there. The foxStirred in his sleepAs the ground trembled.‘Ha ha!’ he thought,‘I’m quite safe,Deep down in the Earth,No one…