Owl Serenade
It was the driest season in years
the animals were running out of food
they gathered around their withering watering hole
looking up at the night sky
hungrily wondering what the stars tasted like
so they made a plan to reach them.
The giraffe would be at the bottom
the ostrich was next
the baboon then climbed up the yellow ladder neck
next would be a mongoose-then mouse
then a dung beetle-and finally a fire ant.
Everything was going as planned until,
the giraffe lost control of his balancing act
they all scumbled into the watering hole
the crocs waiting patiently in toothy rows
that night they dined merrily at the water lily buffet
in the reflection of stars and owl serenade.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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