in the bestiary of my imagination

May 9, 2012 § 5 Comments

In the bestiary
of my imagination
there are common family
dilemmas among
the creatures there

who is to carry
the eggs back
to the tunnels
if you were
let’s say, a middle ant
taking orders via pheromones
from those hatched
possibly
only days before you were

the Queen cares not to listen
to such grievances
just do as your brother,
he’s done it before
and knows how it’s
to be done

what of the jay
having spent every hour
for a week straight building
a perfectly suitable nest
in a spot
out of the elements
under the eve
of the woodshed
landing proudly
with what he had hoped
to be the last bit of dry grass
for the lining
only to lose the same argument
males have lost forever
on matters domicile

and one can’t forget
the mallard
in her immodest garb
relegated by some outdated
tradition
to stay nearly silent
and always two
paces behind
her flamboyant mate
for life

and he
returning to the same
spot again this year
only, this time without her

walking towards the
edge of the pond
he looks back
every so often
before entering the water
perhaps wishing no longer
to float

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