I see the cuckoo
And priceless birds´ nests built like beehive ovens,
And a flock of parakeets without their cages,
And a fox that feasts on crabs,
And giant river otters that will never go to sea.
I witness parrots and macaws
That mate for life and fly about in pairs.
Even fearsome jaguar carnivore
Will kill a cow
And eat it, bones and all,
Most gracious heeding every moms advice
To clean the plate.
gators nor piranhas will attack you.
And, Im glad to say, the countless storks in this locale
Are not the medium of human reproduction.
Somewhere in between imagined
heaven and an Eden,
Lands like this get wrapped around your heart.
Some one will have to haul me homeward bound some day
On roads left grooved by deep-imbedded tracks
Left by my desperate fingernails and shoe toes dragged
As testament of consummate conversion.
---Pantanal, southern Brazil