Poetic Asides: A Hunt

An Unintentional Return to Loam

Once, while taking the dog for a walk,

who prefers jumping from one muddy
squidge to another, never walking as all
other dogs around us did,

I came upon a troop of mushrooms,
perhaps twenty, or perhaps more,
closed cap, gills hidden, and although

I was tempted beyond all prudent caution,
I left them – untouched and unpicked

for fear they would lay me out flat in
an oblong pine box — me, recycled
into rich loamy mushroom compost.

PA: prompt #544 “Hunting“, Image Flickr Commons Gymnopilus by B Spragg. Public Domain   © Misky 2020

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