so shiny and silver.
I could be carted away and cherished
by a crow, and
it would be a more pleasant existence,
up,
all alone, in a nest,
than this endless drudgery.
pinch and release, pinch and release
with my small sharp jaws
I cut away smooth, thin slivers
hard and translucent half-moons
fall
to the floor.
sometimes then the corner of my
two curved teeth
is wedged gently under a toenail
and pries out dirt and
a small woolen knob
