Along the road to Pangong Tso, I spied an odd marmot. 'Twas rotund of both gut and jowl, and had a beefy butt. It seems Himalaya's boondocks has quite a junk food glut. The rodent snacked on a cracker of the cheesiest kind. I'd have guessed one could search near-n-far and no Cheez-it would one find. Not in this remote borderland where few maintain a home. The point is, for a cheesy-cracker you'll have not far to roam.
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
Rodents always know where to find the best cheese and crackers. Thank you for sharing this poem.
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Thanks
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👌👌👌 📷 he looks like me😁
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From the backpacks of fallen mountainclimbers? He’d have the fire real smoky roasted over a spit. (Sorry, he’s cute as a bug’s ear.)
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No, mostly from ill-behaved tourists who love to feed wildlife foods sure to give them whatever that species’ equivalent of diabetes is.
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😦 Sorry to hear it.
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To be fair, if the critters didn’t pose adorably, the endeavor would be unlikely to have much appeal. So, some of it’s on the marmots.
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