New TCBH! poem: Ostrich’s lament

The sand underground is very dark

But I’ve learned to open my inner eye.

I’ve become quite the dreamer!

Been dreaming up a new world.

 

It used to be dark down here

All by myself, hiding

From everything that is going on, everything

Swirling around the United States of the Ostrich Farm.

 

Sure I miss running with my fellow birds.

But I don’t miss it much!

Nobody takes us seriously.

We’re sort of the muppets of nature.

 

Big eyes, long eyelashes, long scaly legs.

Fluffy butt feathers.

Nobody cares that I can run as fast as a horse

And that I have three stomachs

 

Which is helpful in a world where
There is so much junk to digest.
Did you know that I can see clearly
For over 2 miles with my Disney eyes?

What an irony that my sensitivities
Force me to keep my sight sequestered
In this underworld of sand and darkness,
Dreaming for a better day.

 

GARY LINDORFF

 

GARY LINDORFF is poet-in-residence at ThisCantBeHappening!. His other work can be found there at www.thiscantbehappening.net as well as at https://garylindorff.wordpress.com/

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