augury doggerel

Sunday, May 26, 2002


We went to the zoo, this kid and I, and saw everything on earth that would run or swim or fly if it could. In the emu pen, one small, nervous emu chick ran about the dirt under the large feathered lampshade of the only other emu in the pen, an adult. I thought that the adult was the father because the mother emu always leaves him to hatch and raise their young while she chases other males. The kid thought the adult was the mother because there are no single fathers in her world, and single mothers always stand by their fluffy miniatures. There was no one around to ask, so we left with our assumptions intact.


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