Petard

Cocked locked and loaded
The coyote proclaimed
His silent scheme
Was oft the aim

Missed the mark
The message came
Writ on white card
The name of the game
(In heavens name what am I doing?)

In search of something deeper
Making meaning out of mushroom soup
Reading the parsley snips like tea leaves
In an empty bowl

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