My son had the right idea. The day was sweltering. The animals moved only to find better shade, if at all. The real drama happened on the walkways outside each exhibit: folks wondering where the animals were hiding, complaining about the heat. Kids whining for a drink, a nap, better shade, more active animals. We were lucky to have seen the bears just coming from a bath. And the otters. But they had the luxury of a water park. I think many of the kids watching them swim envied them their cool, wet little kingdom.
Funny: as I write this, I get a better view of what the day really was. So much for the poem. I must now get to work on another one to do this one’s title justice.
Thanks for engaging, Roy, as always.