there are murmurs
at the zoo.
the animals aren't happy
with their quarters,
their food.
they are tired
of being stared
at. exhausted from
being spoken to
like fools, like
babies in cribs.
they are plotting,
staying up late
at night concocting
a plan to make a break.
to escape out into
the world and blend
in. clothes
are being made to fit,
the ostrich,
the seals, the monkeys
and the giraffe,
are sewing into
the early morning,
making masks, and
passports with which
to go back from
where they came.
Monday, December 3, 2012
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