other animals

You see, since we escaped I’ve had the odd
liberty of thought and this cogitation
has uncovered several quite serious
plot holes which I’ll fill you in on later
but first where is that golden bottle whose

essence you say rhymes with late summer
which too many have claimed is our only
commodity but I never
studied such things and fear I speak out of

season and if so beg the courts’ pardon
and would happily, instantly, return
to my cell to scratch out what remains with

a few favorite books I dreamed about
as a boy in the bough of a tree