Roasted and green it slipped from the scene at the table;

and while in mid fall,  observed by all,

plans were made to obtain it.

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It hit the the floor and rolled,

leaving a slick of garlicky oil

like a snail leaving a fairy trail

for wee folk to follow.

The cat swiped at it first.

The little green orb skittered across the floor.

The pup, drawn, perhaps, by the exotic perfume –

or simply the thrill of the chase  –  pounced –

but the cat was to quick.

.

Impaled by a claw, the quarry was captured,

licked, and rejected!

.

The puppy scrambled, jumped and almost caught it –

a smear of green in her teeth was her prize…

“But it smelled so good!?”

as there she stood

with  leaf in her mouth –

dismayed.

.

Still the orb kept rolling across the floor,

until it could simply roll no more.

It stopped at the snout of the old poodle dog.

He neither pounced nor swiped nor followed a trail,

but took a deep sniff, and with a wag of his tail, he opened his muzzle wide.

Thus the last brussel sprout was eaten.

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What you desire will come your way, be open and ready –

but don’t be afraid to pass on those things that do not feed your soul.

no matter how long you may have chased after them.