I Scream At the Bear
My family did not visit New York City
but instead played in the Catskills.
I SCREAM AT THE BEAR
I scream, at the bear
signage, for ice cream.
The tea cups are flying -
fun in the dying,
with laughter and cones.
The zoo in the Catskills
skilled with school
children, the haven -
a private sanctuary
in thar hills.
Fun for the whole family,
broken down,
sold for its bones,
auctioned and spread.
Today, you can stay
in the giraffe mansion
and hike the original
miles or explore
many, many more.
The Catskills,
once upon a time,
booming - now
its a ghost town
with baby boomer
memories.
3/24/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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