Where skill above risk builds confidence,
takes the two to places they go;
What kinship master and pet do make,
heads turning to admire and to awe.
Strolling by the pond she's greeted
with quaint sound and stare;
a member she soon felt in return
to some crumbs to share.
Can fish sing lullaby, too?
Oh, how I wish they do,
and be babysitters too,
for baby and fish in duo.
This faithful errant though over eager,
his job done just too well;
to earn admiration from his master
to say, all's well at the end.
Hug a bunny when the sky's gray,
or at the end of a hard day;
Talk to her, she can understand
more than those in a band.
Greeting a boar in its pen,
a wall away to the open:
freedom and duty,
fate and destiny.A wild pigeon submits to friendship
but briefly in a cage;
freedom she seeks by an ancient gene
that will never age.An errand walks by a carabao herd
on lazy stream and hour;
a bread she carries for her grandmother;
fairy tale is true after all.
birth of many a queer specie(s);
biodiversity of imagination and fantasy,
enigma of truth and reality.King Kong, false image of the kind,
shy and the sublime animal,
misunderstood by evolution
for not being rational.
A sled on to the moon,
airplane and ship aboard;
a travelogue for kids
to conquer the world.
Resurrection from Armageddon
from poison and waste it hid,
this ba-ug frog a prodigal son
of man's folly and greed.A new world bigger than their shell they greet,
yet shrink and hide in it,
not when alone and happy, or abandoned
but when failed to compete.
A living factory works under our feet,
its product glistens in the rising sun:
detritus for the garden and farm.
Who really has the Green Thumb?