James Walton #48 The Ox and the Echidna

Since I mislaid my ballet slippers

in thought between then and here

I haven’t moved so well

and there’s no need to be so prickly!

You can burrow down

spitting the grass out with those claws

idle away and sense the passing

doggo nonchalant hiding a little.

Time for you is as the world is big to the ant

a haughty slow ellipsis to a busy end

where there can be only this query

have you found them yet?