”Gulp” by Natalie Cooke

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There’s a lunge and a wriggle—

He’s caught it!

(Poor strawberry,

Mashed to a pulp

By those omnivorous jaws.)

We watch joy beam in the lizard’s eyes.

Red juice stains his granite chin

As the sweet taste of summer floods his tongue.

© Natalie Cooke



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