The Poem As An Animal

Poems live and breathe.  They can be picked up and held – sometimes at your peril.  A poem may walk agreeably alongside you or may pounce from behind a fountain.  It may crawl inside your ear while you’re daydreaming and burrow into your brain.



  1. They remind you when they need feeding, even if you’re low on the preferred food, which is kind of them, I guess.

    What I hate is when they up and disappear, and you’re really really scared they’ve gone forever.

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