Instigation Prompt 1.292

Prompt 1.292

Dead grass for hair,
but orange,
like fall pumpkins,
unkempt over
long eyes
and
longer ears.

Your jowls dip low,
saliva pools
beneath
your ever-open
maw.

Nose,
a mere averse,
if equilateral,
triangle.

Hind legs,
like fore,
suffer
stunting,
but terminate
in opposable
digits,
and near-human
feet.

Knees knock
and your
disproportionate
tail
serves no purpose
but
to make me smile.

 

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