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!
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