the snapping turtle
laid her eggs in our
construction sand
left
for sacred
undisturbed
until fox
den pups
small treats
our shovelling
resumed what's
after all
the basking, nothing
mud-caked small dinosaur
(dad said decades before)
could bite thru fingers
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I always thought they looked cute. Then again, looks can be deceiving, especially proven by the guy having his finger sewn back into form. ;)
p.s.
Can't get the line "cat sex isn't gentle. how does consent work?" (from the other poem) out of my head. (grin) Brings back memories of hearing blood-curdling screams from rooftops. Cheers.
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