If I Ran the Zoo Today

If I ran the zoo, I'd start with the gates. Not higher walls,

not louder debates. I'd post one rule in letters bold and true.

Remember this place was made for you. The peacocks strut with feathers flared

wide. While porcupines bristle on wounded pride. Every cage convinced the others are

wrong. Each singing the same old separate song. Some pace in

circles, some fling their blame. Some change their spots but names

are the same. And somewhere between the noise and the show. They've lost sight

of the grass that helps everyone grow. If I ran the zoo,