beneath wet tufts of moss,
a wild hamster lies in wait,
his prey: an albatross.
Now you might think that bird too big
for such a little guy,
but wild hamsters know no bounds.
Some even learn to fly.
But albatross, for him, will not
be dinner on this night.
For now comes near a zebra goat
who's looking for a fight.
And oh, such battle would they wage,
that hamster and the goat,
if only they were not divided
by a four-foot moat.
The branch where once the bird did sit
is without bird once more.
The wild hamster sighs then walks
out to the grocery store.
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