LLAMAS

They spit, my mother said.
I was three and longed to see
that, so I spit first, and it spat.

He hums, my neighbor said,
so the day I found him loose
I shook a can of seed
to lure him home.
He followed, and he hummed.
Now he is dead.

My mother is dead, now,
and that llama at the zoo.
What is said sometimes comes true.

 

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