The Emu

Afar and beyond the ravines and glens Two glares have stared to reach I have jumped, sprung, and climbed Fluttering only an illusion I raced the fawns, squealed With the bats, and even swam with fish I slithered among the grass, a krait I supposed I’d be and even tried to hiss I hung myself among the trees, A feathery baboon I made I buzzed and hummed in the breeze, A million bees arranged I endeavored and reiterated To be and not become I now bury my head in the sand And laud the things I have done "To acknowledge the problem is to be half way through the resolution."-M.R