    "Oh, to be Zoo"
    ...a poem by Actaeon

    Posted October 22, 1996

    Oh, to be covered with Saddlebred spooge,
    To be seen as a mare he can mount.
    Oh, to be licked by a dog until rouge,
    To be kissed much too often to count.

    Oh, to be known by my four-legged friends
    As a lover who's second to none.
    Oh, to run fingers through fur without end
    And to nuzzle their necks when day's done.

    Oh, to be present when pups greet the world
    For the first time, through tight-lidded eyes.
    Oh, the sweet scent when around them I'm curled
    Like their mother, with satisfied sighs.

    Oh, to be bedded right next to a mare
    And to hear her and see her asleep.
    Oh, such a pleasure to know she's aware
    That she's safe from all harm in my keep.

    Oh, to be zoo, and to know what I mean
    When I say I need fur in my life.
    Oh, for a nation that pardons my genes
    And allows me a four-legged wife.

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