The sand underground is very dark
But I’ve learned to open my inner eye.
I’ve become quite the dreamer!
Been dreaming up a new world.
It used to be dark down here
All by myself.
Hiding from everything that is going on,
Swirling around the United States of the Ostrich Farm.
Sure I miss running with my fellow birds.
But I don’t miss it much!
Nobody takes us seriously.
We’re sort of the muppets of nature.
Big eyes, long eyelashes, long scaly legs.
Fluffy butt feathers.
Nobody cares that I can run as fast as a horse
And that I have three stomachs
Which is helpful in a world where
There is so much junk to digest.
Did you know that I can see clearly
For over 2 miles with my Disney eyes?
What an irony that my sensitivities
Force me to keep my sight sequestered
In this underworld of sand and darkness,
Dreaming for a better day.
I signed a petition this morning demanding a ban on assault weapons, after the Parkland, Florida school massacre. In my heart I was bitter and disgusted but beyond that it was just too horrible to process. In my public comment below the petition promotion on Facebook I wrote that I felt like an ostrich hiding my head.The ostrich felt compelled to express its point of view.