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.

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2 comments

  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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