I will write with the quill of an ostrich <br />with ink from a tiger tooth well <br />to the sound of elephants' ivory <br />as I dance in my calf hide shoes. <br /> <br />The sheep are all gutted to hear <br />the violins screeching so near <br />The bull gives a sob <br />as he spies with his eye <br />the approach of a Chinaman here. <br /> <br />Do you live in some kind of fear, <br />that in the depth of the night <br />when your eyes are shut tight <br />some animal might like, <br />to go home with a souvenir?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-you-have-a-lucky-rabbits-foot-dear/
