i am pack mule, hauling bags up a long and steep three flights.
seems a cruel use of the term, my pea-size brain reflects.
for a stork perhaps it’s fitting;
this ass plows upward, on.
i am turtle diving deep into chlorinated pool,
feeling faster than i look,
and only just as bare.
i do my dolphin impression for the pond-ducks bobbing by.
not easily impressed.
i am lioness stalking dinner,
beaver building home,
tazmanian devil whirring up a mess,
wide-eyed squirrel gathering it all back to home.
i am the walrus.
i am the zoo!
who are you?