Pots

In the land of Pots, I felt the soft fur

of rabbits bouncing in and out of the shining,

intriguing objects.

In the land of Pots, plastic pots were

yabbering to each other while biscuits were

screaming to get out of stuffy boxes.

In the land of Pots, birds stamped

their feet for worms to pop up.

In the land of Pots, I saw soft hearted

puppies slowly drifting off to sleep

in their large cages.

In the land of Pots, elephants’ feet

are splintered and tiger’s jaws get aching cuts.

In the land of Pots, monkeys dance

in the winter breeze as the land of pots

come to a stop.