I predate the Ice Age was once
messenger to the gods
a symbol of longevity now
pest, tick host, yard eater, victim
of suburban sprawl.
Grazing on azaleas, rhododendron
beside your condo complex
I startle you offer
no tail flick, no white flag
my ancient facial glands (one beside each doe eye)
pumping out pheromones
to mark, claim space—