For the last day of NaPoWriMo, strange facts.
Strange but true
the orange bird
with zebra wings
and cockatoo crest,
the song the ripples all night long,
the darkness at noon of a spring storm.
Strange this swan-necked dinosaur,
the lightning struck tree that flares,
a torch in the night.
True they say, the Big Foot
and woolly unicorn,
the cat naked and wrinkled,
the place bathed in love and peace beyond death.
Strangest of all
the jumble of limbs,
don’t look, don’t look,
the children tumbled and torn,
and the guns that still point,
the bombs that still sear and scythe.
Strange but true.