Postcard 18

The ostrich does not strike me as bitter
So much as generally bad-tempered
Like camels, but with less spitting
And, let's level with one another,
Wouldn't you be too? How would you feel?
You have such a round befeathered orb atop
Two spindly tall legs and you must run
For there you are
Smack dab in the middle of
Serengeti Plain surrounded
By predators, of both the
Toothed animal and
Camerad tourist variety
Can you blame a bird for having a bad atitude?
We should be congratulating it,
But it a drink, tell it it's our favorite, and,
Above all, never suggest it should fly