My Coati's Nose Poem by Kim Schilling

My coati’s nose is long and pointed.
You could say the tip is even jointed.

He skillfully uses it to dig up grimy grubs.
Or even to hunt mice out from the shrubs.

He sits on my shoulder and buries it in my hair.
It wiggles to and fro as he sniffs at the air.

In my mouth it’s shoved to see what I’m eating.
I could certainly do without this sort of greeting!

And at my feet he’ll sit and playfully roost.
But turn and bend over, I’ll surely get goosed!

For gold and for treasure he’ll search between toes.
He’ll even shove it far inside my narrow nose.

Yes, I love my coati, long nose and all.
Compared to his, mine is quite small.


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