The New Animals
I put down the flannel book
and walked outside to see
the new animals. The mini
scoop and the mini pearl
slumbered by the lion-headed
milestone. The angry red
moccasin dreamed beneath
the jasper viewing stands,
and I dared not wake him,
and it seemed all of civilization
had rolled into a ball
of green leafage. Some said
only the pink religion would
help us, others the powder
blue religion. But the new
animals just slept,
dark with centripetal force,
and each a mascot for the ball
of leafage as night began to fall
on the new animals.