Where the Children Stand
By Brent Johnson, Clam Gulch
If a dove dove
from a steeple fair
she’d rest on wings
without a care.
But donkeys don’t
enjoy such bliss
when faced with
a precipice.
If sheep approach
a canyon deep
they never lose
a wink of sleep.
But elephants
could not relax
if rumored you
might raise their tax.
Off in Hamelin
Bob Browning records
a case of rats
that came in hordes.
What befell them then,
no one confuse it,
pay the Piper
or face the music.
Our own choice is fat
and ripe to rot
before we harm children
tax me a lot.
