Chooch was hidden behind the unpainted porch,
waiting, drooling, the aroma of Ken L Ration
swept down the yard like Aunt Besses broom.
Oblivious to the oncoming onslaught,
Billy Boy lumbered out on to the porch,
his evening meal just out of reach.
Chooch saw his opening.
Like a crow on fresh road kill,
he lunged at the soggy meat,
sinking his canines into it
with one swift motion it was gone.
Alone and starving,
Billy Boy remained baffled on the porch,
wondering if he'd ever get his dinner.
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