Have you ever held something like that in your hand?
A delicate morsel of anything at all
Soft and sweet
A tender puff which leeches protective feelings,
The grounding knowledge that it would never survive on its own,
Poor little thing.
Did you know that, sometimes, moose will get tipsy on fermented apples?
Can you imagine -
An enormous knobby-kneed behemoth,
Crashing pendulously like a sailor,
To-and-fro,
Carving the widest swath as others stumble to safety
I wonder how this pair combines
Wonder at the unexpected convergence and adoption of the other’s most disastrous faults
Coagulated into wretched creature
- Can you see it? -
One can
One wears it as a cape
And is grateful for the mouth-watering scrapings left in its wake