Read this aloud
i.

The flamingo savored
succotash at a soiree
with penguins wearing
toupees. She said
“I love you, ” to the
loopy hippopotamus
lolling in the foyer
before she donned her
sable jacket and
waltzed beyond
the articulated juniper
threshold and
into the moonlight
to Vivaldi.
She’d stowed a tiny
macaroon in her pocket.

ii.

A shiatsu for your Shitzhu
who’s part Lhaso Apso
would please me in
such a manner I’d curl
up on some veranda
in the afternoon
sun feline, supine, certainly
not bovine but definitely reclined;