Electric hairball lumping up, down oak bark
He lurches across the crept porch, carrying
Nosing the dirt, he crunches shells, acorn, thorax.
Below, the dark-berried, sambucus head offers
into his corpulent bag of bone-pick and skin.
where he should be—a nocturnal flame
fed and swallowed in earth’s pouch.
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