Patrick Faller
Feb 8 · 1 min read

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.

    Patrick Faller

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    When teaching, I aim to help students use writing to connect with their passions. When writing, I try to guide readers toward what they might have missed.