A Feast

Just now I to my kitchen came
And felt aloneness vanish

Here two creatures not akin
Either without or within
One has legs and one does not
Though a kind of foot it's got

One has two stalk eyes you'll find
The others' eight are two in kind

What all ten seem focused on
And where all nine feet seem headed
Suggests they've both got something wrong
Or have some natural instinct shedded

Still may they yet enjoy to take
The dropped crumbs of some Dutch fruit cake
While at this moment nothing ends
My fantasy that they are friends