Zoo

We live in a carton of kiwis, bald short tuff that bobs up
And down and shines green beneath the bristly coat,
That trudges and sways, sings and mumbles 
Incoherent with fat-tongued words. We are the 

Centre of attention, as catnip is to cat, facing the 
Paper moon faces darkening. Kiwi heads are like
Sunflowers, perhaps. As sun is to sunflower. We are rare
Animals, prowling within our cage, locked at night, eyeing 
Those gleaming eyes peeking at us through the gap.
Out of reach we become zoo attractions. Greedy kiwi eyes.

Look at that lion! Look at that giraffe! Look, look, 
Keep staring filthy fingers. Mute and dumb 
We can only stare back in protest.