Platypus Poem by Francis Santaquilani

The pleasure was never mine,

My near friend. But

You, apparently,

Walked away with a bucket full of it.


My pond hasn't reflected the same

Since you came. I see myself first now,

And the sun and stars fall far away.

You jumbled my universe

Then sat down for a bag lunch.


Now I'm pot luck,

A mish mash, a hodgepodge,

A freak, a mix-up,

'What a discovery! '

'Wait until they see this! '


You're quite a storyteller.

Clever how you wrote it in your book,

' Out of the last second of the sixth day

The platypus broke the surface of some

Placid pool, in a place where stars

Are plenty and questions are few.'


Quite a legend.

But I want my eggs back!

And the ones that never made it into your bucket,

Oh, that terrible, terrible,

Terrible crunch.