4.9.07

caked on bits
straddled rinds
collect amongst
the thought out finds
of happiness
and juicy vines
the itch has come
so what’s that mean?
a couple of simple
scratching fiends
like cats to couches
well-loved
slowly claws
“how now brown cow”?
out to pasture?
milked again?
grass-fed hooves
hide answers
they collect in their spots