My teeth are chipped like a monk
Inside my face
I eat nuts and leaves and grass and trees
And bury the choicest morsels for safekeeping
I scamper in and out of dark, wet holes
Up and down dead trunks and fallen limbs
Looking for the shelter of a warm, embracing burrow
And I can’t understand
(Perhaps you might explain why)
Chicks find me so unattractive.
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Sept 2000)
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