Filling the Ark
Here come the lions, tigers and bears, oh, my.
I get closer to my mate, feeling we’ll die.
What was this family thinking? Was he sick in the head?
Why was his wife walking around, no fear of being dead?
My mate smiled at me. It is more than okay, he said.
I have a good feeling that we’ll be safe and well fed.
We were in this creaky leaky thing for many cycles of the moon
And the lions, tigers, and bears all stayed on their side of the room.
There was a magical feeling about these days, for sure.
Every animal was quiet, silent, in awe, feeling pure.
The birds fluttered around and twitted and twilled.
This boat ride was a mission by God, fully filled.
We were in shock when we landed one day with a bump
All exited without a maiming or killing, no one did jump.
The oddest most cosmic time in the world, if you ask me
When all animals were quiet, and let others be.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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