A Meal, I Expect

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

The day of close minded

improbabilities

begins with an unexpected ray

of sun, a few

degrees of added shine

that coaxes the rabbits

out from under the winter straw.

What I wonder would

the wolf make of such

fortuitous tides?

I expect a meal.

Ken e Bujold

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Added on October 11, 2022
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