Monkeys swinging and rolling at play camels munching at yellow hay. Elephants squirting and trumpeting water to wash their back they are safe from slaughter.
Flamingos all pink stand on one leg like a skater on an ice rink. There is the hippo so big and tough chewing on grass that’s bare and rough. Then on to the bears eating apples and pears brown fury coats and long claws on the end of their big paws.
Mearkats scurry in a hurry stand tall to be seen by all. Then the lions lazing around until food arrives then they will bound. Majestic mains on this wild cat king of the plains. Leopards with spots lick tiny drops from the leaves through the trees he weaves.
On to the, reptiles lizards all scaly and still as a statues, a roving eye that’s looking at you. On to the spiders so deadly and big some are that hairy they look like a wig. The crocodile has teeth so sharp one snap from them and your up to your knee I hope he doesn’t fancy me for tea.
Snakes that slither and slide along their hissing like an hypnotic song. Out into daylight oh so bright there’s the penguins on the right.
Slipping and sliding into the water they go darting around to and fro waiting for fish that the Zoo keepers throw.
The final animal that we see is not quite as big as you and me. The giant tortoise slow and lethargic never in a hurry, very old these creatures are, to big to hold but carry their shell on their back so bold it helps protect them from hot and cold.
Now all the people young and old leave in their cars they go off to there homes, a steady flow. What happens at night we don’t know but the Zoo keepers are friendly though.
Rhythm of the Ink 