LAST MEAL

LAST MEAL

 

Out of the bushes it came,

Busted, bedraggled and lame…

It fed on his bread

Two days instead,

Each day it acted the same.

The third day, nothing was eaten,

Was time to give in, it was beaten…

It went to earth

For new life to birth,

Some things, it’s not worth cheating.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

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