Brush, brush, Swirl, swirl, Slip, slide, Curl, curl. Beneath me An apple so bright Partially covered In spots of white White patches are rough But the red is smooth The perfect surface For me to move The colour so red Looks sour and sweet No matter the taste I stop to eat I lift my eyes and spot A creature ahead Shamelessly devouring This nature’s bread Cutting off bits And shovelling it in To his mouth which is now Adorned with a grin ‘This bread’ he says, ‘Is a jewel in the woods’ Each one of his legs Sprinkled with mud. ‘The walkers, they pass. They don’t have a clue. The beauty beneath, If only they knew’ ‘How lucky we are That we can taste And make sure this fruit Does not go to waste’ I look at his fangs And each one of his legs Then I turn down my face To devour the red. The underside I notice Is pleated so neat Looks white and crisp Delicious to eat And from those pleats Falls dustings of snow And each crystal lands On the earth below The creature and I Chew on and on Until