A Bowl Full of Animals

Last night I ate a bowlful of animals.
Fish and Bird and Horse and Shark.
Butterfly, Monkey, Lion.
They were dancing and jumping before
I put them in my bowl.
Now they lie there in a pool of
red.

Last night I ate a bowlful of animals.
I ate them whole, head to tail,
Internal organs, bones and guts.
If they had fur, I ate that too.
Fur and feathers, every morsel!
I ate every last morsel.

Last night I ate a bowlful of animals,
Creatures small and large, silent and
sad. I boiled them to death and
ate them with the
curdled milk of their own
Mothers. It wasn't quite
Kosher but
I was never one to
adhere to such things.

No. Last night I ate a bowlful of animals,
I ate them with no remorse, with relish,
I stabbed them with the tines of my
fork and crushed them with my
teeth. Now they lie quietly in my
stomach. I am the insatiable
Predator. I am the destroyer of
all things. I am Death.

Last night I ate a bowlful of animal
shaped pasta.