76. My Gourmet Compost
MY GOURMET COMPOST
The dog roams up the driveway
On his way to my gourmet compost
Where he will find a turkey thigh
Cooked in cheap wine.
The duck and her fluffy babes
Waddle through my carport
Wait for the dog to get his dinner
Quack talk to the dog about chewing.
The Tui watches everything
From the flax flower he loves
Dancing over the compost
Looking at what the dog is missing.
The Kereru is almost too fat to fly
But he makes it to the power line
Cooing like he’s just eaten a cat
No wonder he is so fat.
The Ants are everywhere
Waiting for no one to finish or leave
Just working their little bums off
Carrying food to their own table.
The rat is fat and furry, cute eyes
His family has eaten from this cafe
For years now and they never come inside
My mother promised poison and they listened.
The spiders have made webs
A supermarket of unwanted bugs
They are taking their Christmas orders
10 flies, a bumblebee, a wasp and a spindly thing.