as the fox...
as the fox
rules
the hen house
still
I feed
soup
as nature
is inherent
to do so
eggs
and chickens
alike
disappear
seemingly
in the irony
of competition
can't fault
the enemy
morally
when the results
so similar
so too
are the flocks
of fowl
gathered
and caged
feeding
on the lies
of contrast
in the separation
by design
it is not
the matter
of chicken
or the egg
simple discourse
acts only
as distraction
as
the fox
rules
the hen house


Lovely!
Are those eggs you collected?
Impressive!