Sleepy Fox Among Daisies

Sleepy fox wakes alongside daisies with a wide yawn. What kind of log was my sweet head lying on? The petals do not answer, but he sniffs them in the breeze. Is that meat? He wonders, a carnivore’s tease. His nose is keen, but his eyesight not so great. He wonders about the source of what might be a steak. Beef is delightful at this time of year, he tells the flowers. I wish you had the talent of barbequing meat powers!