Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Ostrich

Ostrich are you who do hide your head down
Within the sandy dunes, underneath this
Desert mask, this arid plain, you do frown!
Yet you never know, down there, what you miss.
Lift up your head my feathered friend to see
March shining in the desert's golden sea!
Look around you in the cold dead of night,
To see why animals are all afraid,
To see what it is that fills them with fright!
Are you not, as a banker, well paid? Bight
Down upon some morsel of food, be lite
And merry! Use dorsal as though a kite!
So take your head out of the sand my friend,
Leave the land of make believe and pretend.  

                                                    The Ostrich, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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