Metabolic Blood Brothers by Linda Fuller Although I have five toes and you but three per foot, reflection shows we’re of an ilk. Perhaps in metaphoric family tree entwined, we sip through straws our Mother’s milk. Dependent from a branch, we hang around, swap stories, nap, yawn, contemplate our lives. In fact, we rarely ever touch the ground until the need to defecate arrives. Approximately once a week or so, we shinny down, release our bowels, and then we clamber up the trunk, our movements slow, until we gain our green-gauzed home again. As men are sprung from apes, so I’ve heard told, the two of us broke from a different mold. 06/01/2010 Posted on 06/01/2010 Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Paganini Jones on 05/06/11 at 11:11 PM As featured in the Sonnet forum Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/07/11 at 03:52 PM Ha! I swear I read the title Metallic Blood Brothers, and thought, well, this is going to be wildly musical or something like. This, in reality, is amusing and more slowly paced. One does wonder why the need to wander down to the ground - I mean..... Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/04/12 at 09:13 PM The life of a sloth? HA extremely well written, creative and original concept! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)