Poem 9


He tried to think about the zoo,
the bird he’d seen with an anvil head,
slinking lizards in the reptile house.
It had been a good day.

But he remembered the panther enclosure
where he had waited for thirty minutes,
staring up at a dark hut hidden in trees.
Suppose there was no panther.

Posted 30/11/2011

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