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Two Poems from our Animals Poetry Collection

The bullring

Author:	Priya Elias

Poem:	The bullring

	waiting, in this dark place where i am all alone, muffled roar of the crowds around in my ears, as they open the doors, I am swallowed by the light of day, that swallows up in turn the darkness, like a white-hot flame that sears. the cries of the spectators, that resound in the arena, dust that chokes, swallowing, pounding the ground-gravel. Across my path, the matador, his spangled cloak flashing, pirouettes and swerves his black mask not hiding his uncertain fear.The part he plays is that of a gallant doll in this giant masquerade. the crowd are puppets too;they stamp and cheer and scream the pitched battle in the arena is to them as a dream, they do not sense the fever-heat, the imminence of death, the blood that will soon dye the ground a dusky red. Tonight, the matador's wife will know no rest. See him now, his veronica* leaves them in awe, those who wait, for my legs to give way, for my steady gait to halt,for the blood to froth from my mouth in death. They are not disappointed. Again and again, he drives the painted pole through my shoulder, no sympathy, rather weak-kneed fear in his eyes. Pain twists and flares in my body, breaking a path, where life will soon cease to tread. The end is very close now, yet all I do is breathe in dust, my eyes upon that cheering crowd, that vast assembly of puppets who dance and laugh and shout and sing, as their paper-puppet faces fade in my sight, with the bull-ring:a theatre for this painted masquerade.

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Untitled

Author:	Megann Licskai

Poem:	Untitled

	Each Christmas Morn I look to see What gifts are waiting under the tree And can't help but wonder if some are for me Still every year I hope and hope For when it's not there I always mope The thing that I would like the most Is a perfect pet,not a party to host My perfect pet old Santa dear Will have to meet the requirements here It can't leave "presents" on the mat And it musn't chase the neighbours cat It can not run or be too loud Or misbehave to attract a crowd It must not be to tall or round Not to a fire hydrant be it bound We're getting close we're almost there It can NOT be a grizzly bear Or a rowdy monster with to much hair But wait!!!!The perfect pet I have already It is my soft and cute and cuddly Teddy!!!!!!

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