God chooses the foolish
things of life to confound
the wise. I speak of my
snowflake, a lovely lovely,
albino beast but poachers
had their own ideas on how
to cook their new found feast.
Eventually greed settled
in their minds, and you
received a reprive, at
just the right time.
So here you are now
in the Barcelona zoo,
a sight for all to see,
with eyes as blue as
the bonnie blue skies
and the raging seas
Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005
J
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem