Animals light up our world

 Animals light up our world 

Dr Abe V Rotor

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. 

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. 

Animae, triumph of art and technology,

     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?