Steak Babies

Steak Babies

In black strappy shoes,

My dinner had come.

It felt like the lottery,

I had won.

The package was small,

It came with a bag of bread.

I opened the box,

To see what charity I

Would be fed.

Steak.

Juicy.

Medium Rare.

Fragrant.

Succulent.

Steak.

I bit into the meat.

It yielded to my

Teeth.

I could not help but sing.

Bite after bite.

It melted in my mouth.

I yielded to the,

Sensation,

Of the grateful,

Contemplation,

Of why the,

Universe,

Chose me for a

Free,

Expensive meal.

And I knew,

I would dream of,

Steak Babies.