Early Bird
Flopping across the city atop a giant flapjack.
Might as well be a lilly pad - I don't eat traversing
peaks such as these.
Fur coating the lilly thickens.
My skin leaks, pore clouds wafting past the last lit
windows. A stray peep
sends marmot pad caterwauling through foggy streets
until my innards erupt pratfalls and grease. This
city's best days
are saved for the folks who get trapped here.
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