Did Audubon do animals?
I want to see his wombat,
echidna, hippopotamus.

Mozart wrote secret
music for the birds—we all
know that, and Beethoven
gave intelligence to thunder.

So who will sanctify by art
the woodchuck at our fence,
the streak of sunlight
running down our door?

Everything is trying to get in!
O a girl is a gospel of oyster shells,
a boy is a minor felony, grow up,

grow up and be God at least
the way everything else is,
permanent, mysterious and true.
                                                         3.VIII.20