Monday, June 27, 2011

Parc Botanique, Tours.

April 2011

The bear pit is empty
Giant slabs of cracked concrete
Litter and weeds

The wallabies say,
Good day, mate.
Good to hear the mother tongue again

I ask the emu,
Sitting on his own, in the wallaby enclosure,
Feathers all shabby and grey,

Don’t you have any friends?
No mate, he says
Only these bloody wallabies

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