Seahorses In My Sauerkraut
Seahorses in my sauerkraut
And no apologies or explanation.
I watched them cavort for a bit
Then I turned to the raccoons sliding down my plate
and I asked them what was happening.
As if we would know? One mouthed back.
Better ask the Ketchup.
The Ketchup speaks English?
Strangest breakfast yet.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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