Short Gamey Poems

dog and I sit in the lair
we ate chili, foul odor in the air
both of us gamey, but we don’t care
this cave is foul, just ask the bear...

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Eating is at an all-time high.
Processed foods is what many buy.
Sluggish meats sit for years in our gut.
Stagnating us, taking our strut.
Leafy green veggies is what we should eat.
Chocolate candy and cookies truly defeat.
I buy the greens, every week the same fee.
Throwing them out when they get too gamey....

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You first I offered.
The rugged two-hundred-and-sixty-pound guide stared at me.
You are kidding, right?
We had stopped in front of a cave opening.

It’s spring. Bears would not be in there now, right?
He glared at me.
Are you a chicken? I asked nicely.
He pushed me into the dark cave.
I fought him with claws and teeth.

When we met the other guides for lunch he looked gamey.
“Did you encounter a grizzly?” one of them asked him.
“worse,” he said....

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