by Rose Kelleher

Odd duck, this hatchling, neither fish nor fowl,
reptilian furball with a beaver tail
and poison spurs. The unaccustomed eye

boggles — blinks — attempts to classify,
to cobble up a rule from the exceptions
and make him this or that. But what he’s not

is neat; all asterisks and explanations,
his whole existence one big caveat,
a hedged bet, a pet theory with a wrinkle,

like nothing else, like all things, never simple.

Rose Keller’s Bundle o’ Tinder at Waywiser Press:
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