Star-Nosed Mole

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Star-Nosed Mole

Pig-snouted, fleshy-finger-feeler rimmed

star nose sniffer, using star-touch to push, tell, taste.

Do stars shine underground

if nobody can see?

Dig, dig, dig through the earth to a star

nosed center. Who knows of what earth-stars

smell, touch, taste?

She knows, the mole. She who has

sniffed the star-centered earth.

Star-dusted dust, dirt, grime.

Do you dare hold close the starry-faced

blind-eyed ground digger?

Do you dare draw near?

Come carefully, for the star-nosed

knows what stars dwell

under the surface of you.

Blurgsday

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Blurgsday

Sunday’s when we go to church

and say our prayers and scripture search.

Monday we go back to school

to make our brain a power tool.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday: work

like bankers, teachers, moms and clerks.

Friday night is party time

unless you’d rather have downtime

snug with a book, then Saturday

we whip through chores so we can play.

Then comes the best day of them all!

Blurgsday, when ideas call!

On Blurgsday ride a purple horse

or take a Bigfoot finding course.

On Blurgsday you can paint with mud

or dance upon a flower bud,

sing too loud or scrape your knees.

You get to be whate'er you please.

Wait, hold on, what’s that you say?

You say there’s no such Blurgsday day?

Can I still wear my Blurgsday best

and welcome some dear Blurgsday guest?

Would you eat some Blurgsday cake

to celebrate that we’re awake?

If you check your calendar

you’ll see it’s best if you plan for

a Blurgsday minute, so to speak,

every single day next week.

-Sarah Allen

The Neckless Giraffe

The Neckless Giraffe

All giraffe clans have a neckless giraffe

hanging somewhere on their family tree.

Unfortunately in this giraffe family

the neckless giraffe here is me.

I can’t reach the treetops,

the juiciest leaves,

so I have to eat grass with the zebras.

The baboons won’t talk

to me. Meerkat pups mock

even more than the laughing hyenas.

How would you feel if

you had to do full-on splits

just bending down for a drink?

Or not being able to see

hiding lions?

It’s scarier than you might think.

My great, great, great grandma,

the one other member of my fam

without a long neck,

was so sick of jerk fuss

she joined a big circus.

She’s a clown, but get’s clownish respect.

But what’s this? Oh see here,

the Old Gnu Express delivered

some mail to my bunk.

A penpal for me?

Could it possibly be?

Signed, an Elephant without a trunk!

-Sarah Allen

The Sundew Plant

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