Wearng Mink
I am dressed in leopard skin but not a pelt
Because I would recognize that
Since my dad was a furrier from Iowa
My hat is snoring loudly
Tiny mink-like puffs of stink squeak out the back of her
Because I had saved her from his knife
A bit stinky
but perhaps all things smell a bit
when frightened and threatened
And I am walking quite fast
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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