MILKY WAY: A POETRY COLLECTION - A SPOON WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A SWORD

I fight daily—68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQMXb8wMZnv
whether as a hobby or a humble chore.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyvU6bOqNsM
Not every battle is fought upon a battleground.

The fork burst into laughter.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFUVaj3DNiv
"Daydreaming again, my friend? One doesn't have to be that blunt."

"I am no less than a sword," the spoon replied. "Say what you will.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPqHGo2ooOO
At least I do not prick. What's the difference between you, needles, and pins?"

The fork rattled in protest.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjuCNsSCrEs
"A sword?" it scoffed. "You're a spoon."

"And yet I rescue. I serve. I carry warmth to trembling hands.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8AZY6eEJa
A sword leaves wounds. I leave people fed."

"You need sleep," said the spatula at last. "Such fantasies can be exhausting.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Q7yup5pHj
Sometimes I wonder whether we're even kin."

The spoon smiled.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmwDHd3lTGi
"Perhaps.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu0Oa7Ex1VE
But we are what we choose to be."

The fork sighed.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4EnIKzgVrq
"Then choose to be useful.68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoYLLcCw9Ja
The soup is getting cold."

The spoon paused…68Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsxSR97iefF
then dipped into the bowl.

"A knight reports for duty."

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