"A flamingo coffee
with two sugar, one milk,"
The barista smiles
brightly at me, the perfect start to a morning
complete with summer
sunshine and blackened white zebra toast
The long-necked
giraffes chatter, preparing for another day's work
It's a jungle out there
in the great wide world
The toucans are
curiously cute (but only from a distance),
their rainbow beaks
hiding stashes of treasures (cinnamon biscotti)
teasing me with their
streams of poetry and harmonies,
As they whisper too
softly, planning oh-so-carefully,
getting ready to spend
the day singing and fooling the elephants
Much unalike to the
constant flutter of the wings of the hummingbirds
"She’s back in
town, she's changed so much, have you heard?"
Gossiping on
scintillating headlines, making waves with only wings
And filling the air
with a million heartbeats, so fleeting you could never catch
a single word without a
little help from a long-eared feline friend
I stare through one-way
mirrors, observing the gazelles
Devising, searching,
strategizing to stay on top for just one more day
After all, tomorrow is as
tomorrow comes—right now, we play!
Stay oblivious to the
next storm around the corner
as the espresso maker
breaks, shattering glass onto the foxes' nest
The parrots gather
together near the cappuccino pond
A rainbow clique of
beauty and equally disorganized minds
Pecking at the
chocolate trifles, always asking questions on repeat
Curiouser and
curiouser, rolling loaded dice in this crazy life
Never finding the
answers that they want in this earthly cacophony
The elephant sits alone
with his Earl Grey tea, sipping from a ceramic mug
filled with the wisdom
of the ages (and maybe a little bit of Irish cream),
supposedly reading from
a tome of poetry, but really watching the monkeys
before they are quickly
trotted back behind steel-trap bars
(The zookeepers are
afraid that they will scratch, you know)
The well-dressed fox
sends his dark roast back in a huff
and the tigress of a
waitress proceeds to pounce (he'll be sorry)
as the buffalos stomp
out, pretending they are of high society
their steps echoing,
yet quickly lost in the caffeinated madness—
Oh, just another
morning in the jungle of humanity
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