Poem with No Egg

If I had only one fish, I’d listen more carefully to birds. With only one bird, I would stop eating crab.

Only one cat, I’d quit barking at snakes.

If I had one lone bird, I’d keep it fluffy and young.

I would not allow my granddaughter to go climbing the backs of beached whales. I’d teach my grandson to stop eating plastic bags.

But where I live, you’re dead meat without your big place full of peacocks ready to scream for the right to bear.