Halfway Zoo (Thanks Anna for the title)

Sometimes I examine things that aren’t even there

That baby blue tornado in the sky

Those twirling dancers in your eyes

The shelves lined with potions

Those empty people without emotion

Sitting in those empty cabinets

Judging me

For every sin I can’t remember

Every hateful thought

Every lustful glance

They don’t blink.

But when I do they’re gone.

There is magic in a snap

Suddenly, a dolphin’s head

On the kitchen counter

Not severed,

Not mounted,

Just happy to see me.

I met a crow named Daniel the other day

Things aren’t going well with his wife

I tried to give him some advice

Told him to live his best life

Now I don’t know if that was even right.

Or helpful, I mean, I’m not a counselor

Even though they say I could be

I do understand people, I pick up on things.

I see both sides. Yet I struggle to express it.

I just don’t think I’m practical enough

To distinguish

The black from the white

The wrong from the right

The real from the fake

The seal from the drake.

You’d think that last one would be easy.

But it’s really not

They attend costume parties dressed as each other

So cut me some slack.

Speaking of fabric,

Have you seen Tim, the tipsy tiger?

He’s always wandering about the carpet.

Getting lost or stepped on.

Am I delusional if I see illusions?

Am I crazy or just creative?

Is this a problem or a gift?

I told Daniel to look on the bright side

But on the other hand,

A blind crow is as good as dead.