foothill shroonin'...

incarnate truffle hog
straddled across moss covered log
to canapy floor drenched
from snuggled warmth wrenched
we arise
to our surprise
it's a once a year thing
when the chantrelle sirens sing

porous spores amung us
deep under woodland thatch
hidden blooms of fungus
a sprout here
a pout there
time to bag the catch

time to trudge
to crawl and nudge
to snort and grunt
cedarlings don't budge
horny thornies harbor a grudge
best be a statured runt

too much fun
and with harvest done
chilled to the bone
soaked zombie drone
don't care
don't dare
foraged wealth to share

soon garlic and tarragon
sauteed almost to oblivion
did someone mutter
something about butter
reduce the juice
coagulate obtuse
a primal scream
then add the cream
whalla
chanterelle mousse