Do You Have A 'Lucky' Rabbits Foot Dear? Poem by David Taylor

I will write with the quill of an ostrich
with ink from a tiger tooth well
to the sound of elephants' ivory
as I dance in my calf hide shoes.

The sheep are all gutted to hear
the violins screeching so near
The bull gives a sob
as he spies with his eye
the approach of a Chinaman here.

Do you live in some kind of fear,
that in the depth of the night
when your eyes are shut tight
some animal might like,
to go home with a souvenir?