an elk comes blurting out
foaming eyes popping
with his wings galopping
down the moon
do I kiss him
or is it too soon?

maybe it is a she-elk
then I’d feel much better
I’ll write her a lovely letter
full of steaming tears
telling her of my fears
but now I realise
she just ate my only dice
our story comes to an end
I need some cards to lend!