the easy way is to not
recognise a finger in the
plate to mean a threat
there are no arched eyes
and the tongue licking is with
gusto not misconception of taste;
too real is a belief yet
unrealised, and these
are not your figurines
© 27 December 2009, I. D. Carswell
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