Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Being Jumped Into Preneanderthal Gang

At least I was clothed when I arrived I think
The rest of them are not
Neanderthals or pre-Neanderthals? They communicate with grunts
Whistle, burps, farts.
I wish I was kidding.
I am serious.
I motion that I would like some of their meat.
One of them slams me on the ground.
They take turns kicking and punching me.
Am I being jumped into their gang?
Or are they tenderizing me?
I do not stay long to find out.
I sneak out that night and survive on berries and flower buds.
Until I accidentally taste the wrong mushroom.

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L Milton Hankins June 11, 2021 at 8:47 AM Oh God, what an adventure. Surely a dream, methinks. I am still laughing! LOL Caren Krutsinger June 11, 2021 at 9:43 AM I had to do this one - it was a challenge and I could not skip it!

Unseeking Seeker June 10, 2021 at 8:57 PM Hahaha! Delightful to read you as always, Caren! Caren Krutsinger June 11, 2021 at 9:43 AM Thank you Unseeking Seeker I do appreciate you.