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Oddly,

if searching for a (possible) familial adverse reaction

it would have been an incidental find – a saving find.

But why, as

*“When you hear hoof beats, think of horses not zebras.” 

So horses it is as the zebra runs wild.

(The mind still has it…)

(Somewhere a butterfly flutters – an advent of the storm.)

(There is madness here: 

Please inscribe on my gravestone

I told you so; I really did tell you so!)

Zebra grazes fat on the grass.

(I tell Eddy what the food tastes like as he tells me what it looks like.)

Eddy is dead now, yet I still live (unaware of the chaos to come.)

(The mind still has it…)

Anna :o]

Bjorn at Real Toads has us writing of order in chaos and above is my offering.  It is a true story.

 *"When you hear hoof beats, think of horses not zebras."

Also shared with the good folks at Poets United - cheers Mary!

Image:  Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Author:  Nevit Dilmen (talk)

(Please note that image is not correct to the diagnosis and is not about me, rather someone I love.)