PicsArt Blueberry Juice I want to write a poem that I wouldn't be ashamed To read to a cow munching Weeds in a sparse pasture. Or tie to the leg of a squirrel Before he races across phone Wires. Then a haiku so seemingly Natural a frog might mistake it For a lily pad And use it for a seat. An ode written in blueberry Juice with words so earthy That, when I clutch it to my Chest, in ur grave the worms Won't disdain to chew.