Gorillas are misunderstood
By those who frighten easily—
When standing tall, the shoulders seem
Immense, the massive arms and chest
Rise up like some primeval dream
Of fierceness at its savage best.
In fact, they live quite peacefully.
The male gorilla never would
Attack another unprovoked;
His membership would be revoked.
The females care for little ones
Who seldom stray far from their side
And often like to hitch a ride.
Like silent meditating nuns,
The elders are at rest all day
While infants chase in sparring play.
To see the world through their calm eyes,
To understand their family ties,
Inspires a recognition of
The bond we share: the gift of love.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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