Platypus - Poem by Francis Santaquilani
The pleasure was never mine,
My near friend. But
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,
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