The Parawd o Dustie-Fute

DUSTIE-FUTE

eftir Eugenio de Andrade

He cam fae a fremmit land, had kent thrist an the watter o Mairch bere, his feet i the wey o the slaw stour o eternitie.

The dour snaw cam eftir.

GREATER HORSESHOE BAT

Rhinolophus feurrumequinum! Soon you’ll be extinct as Latin.

Your horseshoe noseleaf Sculpts the ultrasound of Gaia’s grief.

AYE-AYE

To us the Aye-Aye is a no-no, A lemur like a tiny academic: Big starey eyes, bat ears, baldly hirsute, it knows The jury’s out; scary, peaky, rainforest geek.

LEAR’S MACAW

Lear sketched your blues:

Wished you a Boss-Woss, a Pobble or Jumbly;

You parrot his limericks humbly: There was a  there was a  there was a

Caged mostly in pea-green zoos.

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