Footnote: At The Zoo

The aging snake's fangs
lack venom; it is too old
for vigorous strikes.
Even rodents---its only

diet---seem to mock at it.

 

On a flat rock, like

a dried, enlongated turd,

it lies---its raspy

hiss and baleful stare

behind glass:  the Reptile House.

 

Master Basho, your

noisy frog is safe from this

decrepit relic---

who will soon roast, writhing on

some stake in hell's hottest flames.

 

Kyakuchuu

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