Shoes For A Goose

Dress the dog in doll clothes,

cradle the cat in a carriage,

go ahead, bury

your head like an ostrich.

Insulate, isolate, idealize,

go ahead, stay

in that weary world.

Try to fit shoes on a goose,

go ahead, what

do you have to lose?

Poverty, war and hatred

says every paper.

Whispers in the night confirm

you are right.

Go ahead, still

do not listen even though the

hundredth monkey calls.

Go ahead, hesitate.

Turn away.

By Ruth A. Souther - 1993

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