High Noon

final shrooms

In the middle of our supper,

The night fell with a thud,

Splattering gravy everywhere.

Smokey licked most of it up,

But the damage was done,

And it stayed dark all night.

Then, at breakfast, the day

Suddenly broke overhead,

And our corn flakes went

Flying in every direction.

Again, Smokey cleaned it up,

But the damage was done,

And the day stayed broken.

For lunch, we went out to

The pasture to eat more of

The mushrooms we’d found

There a few days before.

Suddenly, Smokey pointed

Up at the sun, and yelled,

“It’s high noon! Hit the deck!”

But the damage was done

And we stayed high all day.

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