Death By Misadventure

Stroll the fields but 

Stay in the shade and 

Keep looking down until 

You’ve found your lucky 

Clover or its clone. 

Count the petals: four 

Taste the petals: bittersweet 

Rather tasty, truth to tell 

Though no vixen ever will 

Eat of it for they 

Know its smell and 

Its allure but are you 

Sure that it’s clover? 

Mayhap ‘tis but clever? 

Know this: give in to 

Its invitation to feed 

And your toe-tag’ll read: 

“Probably stopped to 

Catch their breath but 

They also caught a 

Cardiac arrest.”