Friday, November 16, 2007


The cat tastes me,
that’s how she knows me–
a tender lick on the hand,
while the dog relies on his nose.
The fish looked me square in the eye
every morning,
before he went belly up
and died.

The goats seem to know me
by the food in the bucket
I feed them every night;
so I’m probably one big potato,
with sprout-limbs and eyes.

I don’t know how the hedgehogs
do it, they hardly come
out of their quill-balls…

So how do you know me?
—You read me.


2 Responses to “”

  1. janetleigh said

    This is also a cool concept, Snake.. I especially like lines 5-8; something about a fish staring at you first thing in the morning..then croaking. Great lines!

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