There are days when I feel like a wild dog
Ready to devour anything that gets in my way
I am the silver back gorilla, king of my own urban jungle
I am expected to have eight arms
Like the octopus, to get the workload done
I try blending in like the chameleon
I feel the slow plod of the rhinoceros baked in the sun
This is the menagerie I call my mind
With bull frogs calling, late into the night
Still, I sleep with the silence of the lambs…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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