Gorillas? Thank You, I’ll Pass!
Please, oh please!
Let me never run into one,
Unless he is on TV,
Or inside a magazine.
In a menagerie,
Even his much smaller kind
Is hostile in his squabble.
Oh, yes! We two siblings
Do still remember the battle
On that wet afternoon in 1961.
The entry of a supposed ‘Petting Zoo’
Outside a friendly German town
Is all where it started.
The back of my brother’s raincoat
Had suddenly left for the cage in strips.
The culprit was a seriously little monkey.
It must have waited to test his powerful grip.
I doubt that there were gorillas somewhere nearby.
Would any of us little escapees have wanted to reveal
A private compound for them?
Even if it were today,
I would shout out:
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll just pass
Today, and any other day!”
Ⓒ hülya n. yılmaz, June 6, 2022
This ekphrastic poem is one of the three with which I have contributed to the July 2022 issue of The Year of the Poet, published by Inner Child Press International.
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