The Sloth
A poem about the peaceful life of a sloth
There once was a sloth up on a tree,
With fur so shaggy and hairy, you see.
Curled up in a fetal pose, quietly so,
Resting and perching in tranquil repose.
From afar, mistaken for a giant fur ball,
This gentle sloth, large and cuddly overall.
Elongated and sharp, her toes might be,
Yet irresistible, her embrace to receive.
Opening her eyes, she slowly awakes,
Lifting her head, as her stance she takes.
A short, flat brown snout, revealed to view,
A face composed and pensive, as if she knew.
Pondering, it seemed, about life's way,
Like a rocking chair, she gently swayed.
She bops her head, like no one’s watching
An occasional tap of the tongue, she found soothing.
Oh, the mysteries hidden within her gaze,
As she contemplates life's puzzling maze.
In this peaceful moment of grace and calm,
The sloth whispers secrets, like an ancient psalm.
In her presence, time slows down its pace,
As her meditative state, our hearts embrace.
Oh, gentle sloth, grace us with your bliss,
A reminder to ponder, in this world amiss.
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Semoy Booker
I'm a Buddhist, Elizabeth Bishop fan, film enthusiast, and all things that make storytelling magical.
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Comments (2)
I think perhaps I should study sloths and become more like them to calm down my constant Type A and agitation. Love this sloth poem!
I wish I was a sloth. It would be so peaceful, lol. Loved your poem!