THE SCAVENGERS

There’s a beast of a tree 

in my neighbor’s yard.

And from it falls

riches beyond belief:

avocados 

the size of baseballs.

I can’t dally though

if I want to be the first 

to lay my paws upon 

their buttery decadence.

I have to harvest them 

from my flowerbeds

before the dew dries

or else I will find 

they have already been 

poached by a stray, 

squirrel, or crow.

Life is like this tree:

it will drop in our laps

opportunities daily.

We best snatch them up,

scavenge them, before 

we miss our chance.

The moment is only 

ripe and unsullied

for so long.