The ferrets have eaten
everything in the house
and are eyeing us.
We head out to the yard,
see if we've overlooked
a ring of mushrooms,
hidden celery,
ten cases of groats,
but no, it's clean
down to the dirt.
Time for another trip
to the abandoned grocery,
the last few cans
of pickled beets,
bread, zombie kidneys.
You never know
what they'll be
in the mood for.
