When hanging around
in your nest or mound
the temperature set
has a bearing
Dependent on wear
or the base that you share
In the divvy of comfort
you’re sparing
A store of provisions
selected to last
No vent for dissent
clash or quibble
Quietly reside
as in safety you hide
Not becoming
a predators nibble
For that is the life
of no option but strife
Whatever your routine
or venue
Steering and veering
eyes sharp and clear
to avoid being next
on the menu
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