They live rent-free on our property.
At least that's what we once thought.
Now, it seems, we're the squatters on
their hereditary land. Their forbears
are indigenous to the land that we thought
we owned and we felt we were being
so generous allowing them free access.
They knew all the while this was their
very own property. Oh, we have the legal
papers all right, as proof of payment
and duly purchased property on which
our house stands. Their right to free
rein we always thought associated with
the forest across from our street where
they frequent the trees and the stream
and nest here and there. They were just
being polite, allowing us the fantasy of
land ownership. Satisfied with the rent
we in fact were paying them in winter
victuals in a symbiosis of need and let live.
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