I met a lonely beaver the other day.
She was swimming in a small stream.
Maybe it could even be considered a creek.
But there was a fence that locked her in on all sides.
Some signs read mitigated wetland.
I don't know what that means, and I don't think she does either.
Maybe she is better locked in that patch of few trees and some shrubbery.
Because she would be even more saddened to see what has happened to the rest of her home.
Before progress moved in, it was a beautiful forest, but now it's ugly parking lots.
There is a Wal-Mart on one end and a K-Mart on the other, competing.
All the while, she's trapped in the middle.
But I guess competition is a part of nature.
I guess it's all natural.