For Clara, Luca, and Zeek
I want to be in paradise,
Where men may well converse with mice,
Where cows join in at sing-alongs,
And never does one not belong.
I know that it must be a place,
Where all hatred is erased.
Cats will walk and talk with pheasants,
Discussing things so very pleasant.
When mushrooms speak I’ll understand,
Offering to lend a hand,
Knowing how they do conspire,
To share a stage with the oyster choir.
I’ll notice dragons playing chess,
With ostriches their honored guests.
Bunnies gladly do the farming,
And every simple meal is charming.
All pigs love to entertain.
Ducks ride the alligator train.
Beavers keep the swamp pristine,
Where a butterfly is always queen.
Flower jewelers do her hair,
While bees dress her beyond compare.
Turtles carry her to tea,
Beside the not-so-salty sea.
Dogs do dance with kangaroos,
Boogie-woogie instead of blues.
Birds are best in charge of fashion,
And good will always come of passion.
Copyright 2022. L.L. Shelton
