|Somewhere in California|
"It is what it is. And I am what I am."
He chuckled through snorts. His belly
inflated, deflated intermittently,
his mind did too.
He thought of family. Some lost
their homes to nature's devastation,
others got lost looking for the yellow brick road.
The wolf ate them.
The rest are still fleeing from him,
sometimes hiding in shaky structures,
doing the best they can with what they've got.
"Too bad for them. I'm just glad I'm safe,
smart, still hungry."
He gurgled and snorted joyfully
devouring the slop,
plentiful in his sturdy house.
Then he slept and slept.
Outside, the masterful wolf licked his chops.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets.)
(Haven't been around much. Have been under the weather and dealing with renovations and moving. Hope the wolf doesn't get me before I can visit your blogs.)