fenced delicacies

How I

stash away

my food,

like a squirrel

stowing nuts for

a dark day of

hibernation.

you with your

sticky fingers

and runny noses

and greedy mouths

would go to any heights

just to get a taste

of my delicacies.

maybe I need

to wire some

fence made of

hard language;

that usually puts

an end to

your innate

desire.

 

© Matthias Grupe, 2018

One Comment Add yours

  1. lunarpoet says:

    Reblogged this on lunarpoet and commented:

    My latest piece for the literati mafia revolves around food and how not to share it.

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