What I Love About Frederick
by Gail Denham

If I trotted downstairs in bright
blue and orange pajamas at six A.M.
one foggy morning, to discover two
cheetahs and a giant python in the kitchen,

what I admire most about Cousin Frederick
is he wouldn’t explain. He’d snap an egg or two
into bacon grease in our cast iron skillet
and ask if I wanted my coffee black or white.


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