Why Nobody Pets the Lion at the Zoo
By John Ciardi
The morning that the world began
The Lion growled a growl at Man.
And I suspect the Lion might
(If he’d been closer) have tried a bite.
I think that’s as it ought to be
And not as it was taught to me.
I think the Lion has a right
To growl a growl and bite a bite.
And if the Lion bothered Adam,
He should have growled right back at ’im.
The way to treat a Lion right
Is growl for growl and bite for bite.
True, the Lion is better fit
For biting than for being bit.
But if you look him in the eye
You’ll find the Lion’s rather shy.
He really wants someone to pet him.
The trouble is: his teeth won’t let him.
He has a heart of gold beneath
But the Lion just can’t trust his teeth.
Tuesday was the quietest primary election day I ever remember -- we were literally the only people voting when we arrived, and with over 50% of votes in, the Republicans are saying that only about 4% of eligible voters showed up to choose their nominee for governor (this is probably because 2/3 of registered voters in my state are Democrats, so the Democratic primary has far more influence on who ends up in office). Primary apathy in non-presidential election years runs deep; even my own kids have no faith that local politicians can make a difference. So far I have seen no unpleasant surprises but all the votes haven't been counted.
Apart from going to the kids' elementary school to vote and seeing several bunnies and a frog while walking around the neighborhood, my day did not have a lot of excitement. Adam went to play mini-golf and out to dinner with friends, and the rest of us watched the first three episodes of the second season of Orphan Black (how are we going to wait till the third season after we binge the rest?). Here are the lion cubs at the Maryland Zoo, Luke and Leia, who lost their mom to infection when they were a few days old so they were hand-raised, and Zuri, who came from the Miami Zoo when her mother rejected her after losing two other cubs: