LITTLE CHEETAH, DELICATE DOVE
My Anuja, abundant with wonder
Loves the peace of a falling rain,
Takes on a task with racing thunder,
Strong arms to embrace a special one,
“She loves just like a woman,
But she breaks like a little girl.”
(Bob Dylan lyrics, paraphrased)
Te amo te, mi pequeña hermana gemela
Feliz cumpleaños, querido amiga!
With love, from your chatterbox, older,
And above all, taller twin.
Alice dances like no one can see her,
And sings like no one will hear;
Toast a stemmed glass
Filled with dark, fruity wine,
Or, just as soon gulp a beer.
Perching Indian-style, she reads like a comet,
Not a fan of heart wrenching memoirs;
Bounding upward and onward,
She snatches down stars;
Her mantra, “forge forward,” while
Painting her world in cosmic colors.
An early rising owl by history
Easing the affliction of Native Americans
Unlearned of modern medicine, by day.
Rarely missing a scenic sunrise,
A life of passion—her victory.
And a mountain sunset, her prize!
She captures each moment, Carpe Diem,
Rarely failing to release it on time;
Enjoys clever jokes and cartooning,
Inciting children with laughter,
While reciting a catchy, Pre-K story,
With silly voice and contorted face,
“…I do not like green eggs and ham,
I do not like them, Sam-I-Am;”
A fan of nonsensical, Dr. Seuss, rhyme.
Has car, will cruise; will row or splash,
Wildly balance a hula hoop in the sand,
Bungee jump, roll a coaster, or climb;
Inhaling the beauty of vibrant wild blooms
While hiking the path of a mountainside.
She flies hither or treks, with ballerina calves,
Yon to beaches, hot springs or Rome,
Ever seeking untraveled, rugged paths,
With Little Feat; catches a Rolling Stone.
But once she’s arrived and lived it,
She aims for the tranquility
Of her lily pond garden home.
My sweet, full of grit, sorrelina,
Adventure is her adopted name,
Refusing to return blatant malice,
She looks for the best in everyone,
But when life gets too dreary, Alice
Retreats to her looking-glass palace.
ZooLady, March 21st-24th, 2016