Kangaroo and buffalo
were on
the menu
at St. John’s.

But I demurred —
chose filet mignon.

I’m like an ostrich
all the meat I eat.
I hide my head
so I can’t see the cattle grazing —
can’t watch the chickens or the pigs.

I learned to be an ostrich
when a child.
Back then
I didn’t have to deal
with kangaroos and buffalo.

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