8/18/08_1990_ColorPencil_Drawing1 Poem by Betina Hershey RussoOof! Where'd that come from...?
A red strip from the nearby
Egg factory thumps into the body
Of a groggy platypus
Like some kind of stingray,
some thrashing tail.
I was hoping to make it
Down to the river this merry morning.
Rats!
The red strip swings the platypus
Up, sideways, and away
To a different kind of morning
Altogether. A breezy, air-swishing
Slightly bruised, and entirely
Eye-opening kind of morning
That doesn't involve heaping quantities
Of merriness or rivers
But yes! The big gasps of fresh air,
A new section of the forest,
And the long way home
With a strange new red strip
As a walking stick.
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