My nose runs through plastic flowers,
dad close behind, brother
somewhere— camouflaged— in front of me.
Our prey is close.
The savanna grasses
dried and woven into baskets
but we stalk through them all the same.
As we close in, crouched among hippos
crocodiles and wildebeests
pushing orange shopping carts, we crack up,
roar, our prey hears us and we duck
into the nearest aisle of knickknacks
before she turns around,
all the other animals glaring
but Dad doesn’t care
because his cubs aren’t fighting
or fussing
they’re hunting with their father.
As our prey nears the checkout
we pounce
and she gives Dad that look:
I thought it was Mom’s “I can’t believe
you made the kids **** me” look
but it was the
“Everyone’s staring at us” look
As Dad just smiles
mane waving in the air conditioning
and pretended to eat Mom’s neck.
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 10:21 AM UTC
My nose runs through plastic flowers,
dad close behind, brother
somewhere— camouflaged— in front of me.
Our prey is close.
The savanna grasses
dried and woven into baskets
but we stalk through them all the same.
As we close in, crouched among hippos
crocodiles and wildebeests
pushing orange shopping carts, we crack up,
roar, our prey hears us and we duck
into the nearest aisle of knickknacks
before she turns around,
all the other animals glaring
but Dad doesn’t care
because his cubs aren’t fighting
or fussing
they’re hunting with their father.
As our prey nears the checkout
we pounce
and she gives Dad that look:
I thought it was Mom’s “I can’t believe
you made the kids **** me” look
but it was the
“Everyone’s staring at us” look
As Dad just smiles
mane waving in the air conditioning
and pretended to eat Mom’s neck.
Childhood memories unlocked with a single smell.
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