J’accuse
Those who meander the paths of zoos
gain exercise as they peruse
the animals by ones and twos.
Whatever pathways they may cruise
will lead them to new rendezvous:
otters as they blithely ooze
through water as if to amuse.
They watch the bowerbird as it woos
with intricate patterns it pursues,
the aardvarks, elephants and gnus.
Did Mother Nature simply choose
to create hippos and kangaroos
with the intention to bemuse
these interlopers in tennis shoes?
Does our curiosity excuse
and give us license to abuse
koala bears and caribous?
We see it nightly in the news—
the ways that all of us misuse
the wonders of nature. We refuse
to stem consumerism, excuse
pollution, fracking and more taboos.
Imprison animals in zoos,
then honor them with our reviews
of fascinated ahhhs and ooos.
The prompt word today was ooze.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Thanks Judy, a lovely poem. With a, not so nice subject. In my teens I used to hang out in zoos a lot. Then my attitudes changed as I saw how the animals were in jail and mostly unhappy. Cheers Jamie.
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Thanks, Jamie
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Your rhyming continues to amuse with all of the sounds ending in ooze:-).
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What’s the story behind señor possum in the photo? He’s just taking an afternoon siesta, right? RIGHT?!
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Unfortunately, the poor creature was dead. Murdered, I’m sure, by Morrie or Diego or both.
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NOOOO!! I’m sure he’s just pining for the fjords.!!
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