Alligators with stiff necks and jaws
Boars roaming and munching without trimmed claws
Cats that nap all the time
Dogs that snap overtime
Elephants of trumpet, splash and bow
Foxes gekker, gnash and chow
Goats that rap, blitz and bleat
Hares hop with furs so neat
Iguana with spikes and protective tail
Jaguars of the cat world that rarely wail
Kiang of the wild and meadows
Loris of the night without pillows
Mongoose of bravery and viper's nemesis
Nandu of strong femoris
Olms of the cave and false mimesis
Pikas of the puff world
Quokka of the smiley world
Red fox of historical Ethiopia
Storks that bring luck in utopia
Tapirs of animated and mythical world
Uakari of the New World
Vicuna of long eyelashes
Wallaby, big foot of dashes
Xeme of the gully world
Yarri of the lost world
Zebras that play chess and checkers
Animals of the nutty world
Carnivals of naughtiness
Festivals of display and vivaciousness
Intestinal relief of the blessed world
(Prosebite)
a slow loris has a deadly trick
she takes her time, she’s sneaky and slick
venom is held in her elbow daily
Let’s pretend she is angry with my cousin Bailey.
The slow loris mixes venom with her saliva in the yard
then bites Bailey with her sharp teeth, good and hard
could he die? Oh, yes, that is the slow loris’ goal
She has already racked up a decent death toll.
Loris is slow
but no one messes with or teases him.
His elbows are poisonous
And he has the most vicious teeth
Which he is not afraid of breaking
on your skin.
Loris is offered the luxury of
moving at his own pace,
understanding that he will be
left alone, and gladly
travels past many who fear him,
loving his power.
Holding them
at bay with
mere fear.
On our globe of life
Animal and plant
Protection for them
To us they grant
Venom's and poisons
To defend and deter
Whether scaled
Leafed or fur
Reactions can be
Ultimate and pain
As each delivers
To protect their name
The slow loris
Amazes us all
Poison and venom
In something so small
Bee's, nettles
Stingrays tail
Deterrents to us
Only humans assail
Incredible weapons
Gifted to them
Imagine if they
Were in the hands of men
Would we use them
For the human race
Or against each other
Once again lose face
On the leaf of the nettle
And the body of the bee
To the tail on the stingray
Is where they'll always be
The slender loris loves the night
In Indian forests where
It shuns the light
And gingerly places each thin
And lanky little limb
On branches that bear
Gifts of food, especially insects
That the feather-weight loris
Inspects with enormous eyes
Wide with continual surprise
At nature’s amazing features,
Including that most mysterious
Of creatures, the elusive,
Magical loris.
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