More Nature Studies

I met a man who told me that
He had a pet, a vampire bat.
He called it Horace and, he said,
It perched at night upon his bed.

I thought of him as days went by
Then wrote him. He did not reply.

The Condor through the Andes swoops
Performing barrel rolls and loops.
Alas, each aerobatic trick
Makes the poor Condor very sick.

Meanwhile the watching natives ponder
What is the fun in being a Condor?

It is not difficult to see
Some virtue in the chimpanzee.
I always thought, and think so still,
How much it looks like Auntie Lil.

I ought to make my meaning clear -
The frontal aspect not the rear.

High in the sky the vultures wheel
Alert to spot the next free meal.
I wonder how the vultures tell
That one is feeling not to well.

Why take a chance? I will instead
Retire indoors and go to bed.

Copyright; Joe Pamanian