Eating Animal Crackers

by Maurice Oliver

The unmistakable smell of a zoo.
A cockroach who develops bed sores.
Orangutans who do calculus. Skunk
or cigar. A widow webbing a willow.
Chickens who cut their own throats.
Pig tails when they bleed. Or lazy
lizards. Perch in a pond. Ants that
claim squatters rights sugar cubes.
The versatility of rat poison. A
circus troupe of acrobatic pigeons.
A notorious loan shark. The hen in
her. The otter out of me. Knowing
every slab by its suffering. Eagle
eye. Fish eggs. Oyster shells. A
police dog mauling a parking meter.
Cats that scratch. A bull with balls.
A hippo in a wheelchair. Elephant
ankles. Horse feathers. Turkey trot.
What bears do in the woods. Armadillos
adept at grave digging. The keynote
speaker at a dung beetle convention.
The ability to count sheep. Rainbows
that think they’re trout. And tadpoles.
All sound pretty jelly fishy to me.

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