#EchoesOfAbsence

There was a life there,
Galloping in the woods.
It was lean, portioned;
Had the tang of winter stew.

I gobbled it all up,
Or rather, like a kid avoiding greens,
Spooned it to the dog beneath the table.

Now I'm dry, forgetting hunger,
Scowling at recipes for foods I'd never eat.

The roots are...