Shorter works

Happy Participation

As luck would have it
ants were on the menu after all
and the water floated freely
wiping their lips like a slip of paper
unto me was born a squirrel
square-eyed and trembling
in the bushes of my garden
trumpet on that plum
before it gets away
dressed in a yellow tutu
or rather, wavering certainly
and brandishing a rough-hewn knob of Red Leicester
“Wait,” said the one-wellingtonned woman, “you’ve forgotten your pancakes”

And the party floated by
all tweed and perfunctory
perfumed with glee
as luck would have it.