Los pájaros comen fruta.
Las gatas beben leche.
El hombre come el pollo.
Es un caballo.
Yo bebo jugo.
Yo cocino una papa.

What a simple world
I am able to create
and delight in:
the man eats the 
chicken, and there is
no more and no
less to that story.

And if I want to
cook a single
potato? I can do it,
drinking juice
like in the days
of my youth (although
only, of course, in
the present tense).

Meanwhile, the cats
drink milk and
the birds eat fruit
in a place that is
neither outdoors, 
nor in, and I spot
a horse out the 
window, putting
its simple name
to my lips.


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