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