By Andrew R. Duckworth
I stopped following the hare
When it fell asleep,
Lost the race to the tortoise.
But here we are,
Lost as a goose without its flock.
But we shouldn’t follow the pig.
He tends to place himself first,
Think he’s more equal.
At least we got the farmer out.
And what of the donkey?
Perhaps a jackass can lead
If he stops heehawing.
Or maybe, just maybe,
We should have minds of our own.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 