From Who's Point Of View Poem by Ima Ryma

Just a weasel out looking for
Something tasty to snack upon.
I see this woodpecker asnore,
And on the ground, so I hop on.
This gets the woodpecker awake,
And off into the air we fly.
I'm thinking this was a mistake.
Picture snapping human I spy.
So I am not focused real well.
The bird crash lands and off I'm thrown.
The bird leaves me snackless - life's hell.
My failure goes in viral zone.

If I am any evidence,
Pop goes the weasel now makes sense.