A poem by Shel Silverstein (self.zoophilia)
submitted 2015-05-24 04:58:18 by AliasTheReindeerPone Short Christmas Horse
She had blue skin, and so did he.
I'm not trying to change anything; for the moment, hiding is just part of who we are. But can you imagine how often this must happen? Thinking of all the connections lost out on over the years, it's a shame is all.
Do the rest of you zoos know any poems? Let's see how sappy we can get.
The Dog and His Master, by Anne Kingsmill Finch.
Not really about zoos per se, more of an exploration of hidden intentions and hypocrisy through a dog's "Scent." Kinda makes me think about whether dogs, through sense of smell can be decent judges of character at a first encounter compared to humans.
I imagine there are many lost connections. Twice I suspected someone but of course I didn't ask, nor expected them to respond truthfully (I would also deny myself).