by Rachel Hoyt
Oh ostrich, don't hate me,
but I've had an itch lately
for your feathers and leathers,
but my tastebuds won't teather
that with love for your meat -
lean red meat I won't eat!
Yet ostrich, I'm sorry,
to decorate Safari
I will need your plumes and hide,
Though I desire to sustainably abide...
And I bet if you were truthful,
you would wish to feel more useful.
Oh ostrich, I wish,
you were the main dish,
on some scoundrel's plate
so I could blame your fate
on carnivore's taste
and the need to not waste.
Ostrich, can't you see
you from tastebud greed
Yet are you thankful we don't eat ya?
© 2012 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved
Not poultry or game but currently classified the same,
I wonder if we will ever prefer ostrich to turkey?
I think I would rather give up feathers and leathers
than eat the gorgeous birds for whom I wrote these silly words.
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