I Would Taste Horrible
In the sweet dusk of the yum yum tree we sat on a branch
Leopard gave me a slight stare, not to scare you, he said.
I laughed; we had been friends for a long time, I was not afraid.
Our friendship was worth more to him than a few bites of meat.
I would taste horrible, I told him. My flesh is sunburned.
Not your tummy, he told me.
This gave me pause.
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