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I sense there’s too much elusive
– birds in hand and all that.

I drop the game from my mouth
at the water’s edge
because two is better
than one.

Then
I’ve none.

Behind the scenes of a fable
unable to attain
even one’s share.

Where did Aesop go
when the mammals slept
and the allegory hit the wall,
did he laugh or grumble?

© Chagall 2013