the Talking Animal Party

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2, 4, 6 and many legged
(any re-configuration of same)
bespectacled, slovenly
putrid and precious

they gather silently, sniffing and picking
with practiced aplomb
stray food or feces for the tasting
cornering and posturing
until the seating is satisfactory.

The opening growl sets teeth flaring
a lone wag midst prides of bristle
twitching ears
and no one looks another in the eye
never in this assembly, where
vulnerable jugular stays on the menu; there are no vegans.

With no resolution on prior meeting notes
the financials shredded for mating rituals
wild stinging disrupted committee reports;
those still alive settled on new business.
The miscued coo segregated ranks still further
a beak break was called.

Upon return (first some quick munching and tidying)
the diminished consensus relented
voting to Leave It!
for the next generation.

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