picnic time
I.
The sweet scent
Of cooked candy
Nests in my nostrils
I walk the woods
For myriad miles
After a piece
of pudding or pie
My stomach screams
Leading my legs
Fast and fervid
To a circular clearing
Where I watch
A fatty family
beginning their banquet
II.
On the Vichy cotton tablecloth
Laying out on the ground
There are fresh fruits and sandwiches and pastries and muffins and tarts
I and my equals go ahead in line
To satiate our hunger
In that amazing paradise.
A hand and an "ouch" after,
Some of us were hurled aside
We go crazy and disorganized
Each on their own side
Trying to take and load something
On our run back.
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