crunchy

The grass crunches under
my sandaled feet as I walk.
I feel big eyes watching me,
wondering If I am bringing them
something sweet and crunchy

but I have no apples today and
their long horns touch loudly
as they lift their heads mournfully
realizing I have nothing for them.

I want to see clearly
the world in all its
imperfect and ugly
glory.

True is better
than beautiful.

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