This land is mine, each wall and window
light and shadow, color and shade
And any human animal who enters
becomes mine by existing in this space.
(That broken lamp, however,
has nothing to do with me).
Anything that catches my interest is made mine,
quickly conquered and dragged into my land;
The countless forks and spoons didn't put up much of a struggle,
though the cat was quite a challenge to claim,
but that just made it a grander feat
when he was finally captured and brought before my throne.
(even if he ran away again the instant I let him go
complaining to mom, and making a scolding mine too).
That carefully folded laundry: mine,
but I don't want that flock of birds out on the street
except to make them pay for their nerve:
flying about outside my window
blaring their annoying songs into my air.
this old dog just may learn some new tricks;
I'll fly just to get them, if that's what it takes.
Honorable mention
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