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.