A Day At The Zoo Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Watch the animals, or us, in their or our daily routine
Locked up for ever behind cement walls, heavy locks and bars, by people so mean
Life is so dull without meaning for them and for us.
One long sluggish existence, dull being without any glee or a fuss

When we go to the zoo, my lover claims
Innocently, without malice or any deliberate aims
That the people wandering around the cages
For all of their quiddities and quirks, they can be studied for years and even ages

Here in the possession of my wandering eyes
That glorious, the breathtaking object of my attention lies
A most beautiful, nonparallel statue, eyes slaying, tall lass
She was studied curiously by a gorilla nibbling nonchalant on tuft of grass

I thought: 'He can be nimble, he can stare at her as much as he can
This exceptional beauty and grace is far, not in his clan
What may dare he? What may he think? She is more for me than for him'
But at that critical moment the jealousy of my companion did grow to its brim

without hesitation, with one resolute devoted hand
She fervently did snatch me off my fantasy-land
Alas, she fretted: 'Men you have a brain of one single particular cell
which can answer to one and only bell'

Tut, that maneuver of hers I strongly did contest
The personality of the ape was the mere goal of my quest.
After such a nerve-racking rift, a hiatus was finally in declare
And comfort to the fatigue legs was offered by a nearby stair


The steaming odors of food into the vaults of summer air did rise and float
No doubt such scents make the empty stomach takes a note
It was not a French cosine that lured me forth
As it still came as a pleasant breeze of the North


And so, we sit to eat all variety of smoked meat
Amid the crowd of all specimens of humans indulged in their lunches
Beneath heavy foliage and canopy of heavy summer branches
Happy, careless, taking from their surrounding no heed

The dins of the metropolis, bustling city streets, alleys buzzing noise and broken roar
All portraits new I would never see again; I had never seen before
The ethnic music coils in the air, were to the palate like a spicy food
A flock of black anguished ravens was blown up the air from a street column wood



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