Wednesday saw my doggy bag

Of prime rib end cut

At the Bear Mountain Inn

Take off as a cross‑table

Topic of conversation,

As it was a well done piece

Of aluminum foil oregami

In the form of a swan  

Friday someone gave me

A holiday present

With a card that told

Of the cold of between,

A small bronze dragon

Clutching to its breast

A many‑faceted crystal sphere

Which switches hue from blue through clear  

For the moment

The silver swan

Has found a home

In the freezer ‑‑

The bronze is on a shelf

Locked in a tete‑a‑tete

With a tightly coiled

Dragonlike twig