The Escapees Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Refugees
I know of a forest where all trees are equally tall
and the distant between them is strangely wide
this so they can get the same amount of sun and
rain will fall evenly on plants and mossy ground.
Trees grow fast here and next year they will be
harvested and new sampling planted.

For the birds, rabbits and foxes that had made
a home at what can be called a new estate will
have to move or find shelter in the old forest
that is full of thorny bushes deep shadow and
and vulgar boars that never had a bath unless
caught out in the rain

Nests will be too near others there will squabble
rabbits and foxes have to make new burrows
and they will be snubbed by the old dwellers who
will call them lazy or even worse new-rich should
the have shiny fur or colourful feathers and will
not be sent a Christmas card that year.
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