other animals

all those pesky what ifs rotting
my last lonely tooth with no time
to make this note swim an other
way like the light when mulberries
purple and groundhogs are plenty

like this pain in my back with no
reins galloping not sure where the
door to the ruin should have been
where a fine recipe was hid

for better than fine pancakes or
so we read in the scroll our team
recovered in last season’s dig

and for a few euros more you
won’t believe what else I’ll throw in