En Passant

Prime Rib

With no warning                between two does              I fell asleep.
The next morning,            there she was                      for me to reap.
We had a ball.                      There was no fuss.            There were no priests.
And all was small               compared to us,                 even the beasts.
And all my all                       was here today                   in her brief smile.
But something small        got in the way                     for a long while.
We witnessed death          and tasted sin.                    We heaved a hoe.
We bared our teeth            and donned new skin.     How could we know
our world would slink      away somehow                  due to a pear?
But still I think                    that we are now                 no worse for wear.

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– jb

Lair