Thursday, August 14, 2014

5689. IF I WERE AN AESOP

IF I WERE AN AESOP
I saw the opossum's nickel-blind eyes shining
out from the edge of the road  -  the odd gait, both
hunch-backed and hob-nailed, made me think of 
sagebrush. Without knowing why. There are stories
told of the woods' wild animals, the bold and the
gentle, the strong and the weak. Each tale brings a
moral as well  -  the Bambi to the killer bear. 
If I were an Aesop, I'd go somewhere.

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