Thursday, December 9, 2010

Day 25: an Animal poem


Tiny little lion cub
You shiver in the cold;
You're meant to be in Africa
To grow up big and bold.

Instead you shake and look at me
I hold you in my arms;
I wish that I could take you home
And keep you safe from harm.

If only you would stay this size
So cuddly and so cute
And grow up vegetarian
Enjoying bread and fruit.

But alas, you will grow large
So in the zoo you stay
But I'll remember all my life
That I met you today.

Caren E. Salas

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