Ode to a Fiddlehead

There’s something so pleasing about the feel

of a fiddlehead fern on a tongue,

so satisfyingly round and with a squelchy sound

when bitten open and savored,

one can imagine dancing a jig,

or chasing a pig,

maybe laughing a lot

if eating while hot

and the cares of the world are forgot!

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