BLUEBERRIES.

I bite it in two
And my teeth reveal
The translucent flesh of the fruit.

Deep blue skin
Leaves fingers bruised
As juice imprints its offerings.

I chew my half
Whilst he spits out
His portion hoping for another

Made of sweeter
Meat and less ruined
By the ripening of confinement.

And one by one
These partnered pieces
Equal more than two dozen,

All shovelled up
Just as carefully until
Chewed husks are roughly removed

And I know he’s full
Of super food to smooth his
Movement from one meal to the next,

And all that’s left
To do is see him off to sleep
Where dreams of further hues occur.