A Gorilla In My Back Yard Poem by Max Reif
A Gorilla In My Back Yard
There's a gorilla in my back yard.
I'm making friends with him,
approaching cautiously,
as he moves toward my world.
He says a few words,
or what he thinks are words,
to show me how 'human' he is.
He clumsily hikes
a football through his legs.
I've taken a risk
to approach this great beast
whose silver-steel muscles
could crush me in an instant.
Venturing out of his habitat,
he's overcome his natural
fear of the unknown.
A great sharing's
taking place
behind my house.
you are into strange poems lately.. first the zookeeper, then this! Keep it up, it is thought provoking! ! HBH
Well Max. Next time you are involved in a game of football with a gorilla please take some Shin pads with you. And please make sure that he has full possession of the ball. Lots of fun in this one. Love Duncan
Au contraire, my dear Tania. The chasm between man & beast is not that vast. Gregory
I read the name of this poem on the site a few hours ago before you commented on my poems, and the name made me smile, and now after I read it, I must say is quite impressive, man and beast trying to reach common ground though they are literally worlds apart
I don't really like football players either, they tend to not write poetry, or read!
Max, I'm missing my copy of Where the Wild Things Are. Now I think you may have it. Good luck and don't close your eyes when you sleep! Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/2/2023 5:17:39 AM # 1.0.0.1115
My mind races with analogies. This is a good, thought provoking write...even though Gorillas prefer the game of Cricket. LSP