Junkyard Abode

I am not scrap; I am salvage.
Do not pop my hood to ravage.

The family inside; all paid up.
Seats on the engine block to sup.

Lifting that bonnet will be rough.
Scattering mice except one’s scruff.

For, I snatched harder than I meant.
Yet, I don’t harbor mal intent.

Still, those who say, “Just kill them fool”.
I could destruct…but building’s cool.

They’ve the walls & yard; I’ve my home.
We never cross those lines to roam.