could stand it’s ground
or swim it, as the case may be.
It’s flavors might marry the buck wild primal necessities of nature
with a joyous journey on a magical mount to the super natural
but sometimes its travels are more mundane
when he’s keeping the entanglements real, which is not a crime.
Perhaps it has regressed to a simpler savor
or like most things,
evolved to taste like chicken.
Until it’s unzipped…
it eats like a dream!
Unless you find a dead cat.