What is the ostrich thinking as he stares through the fence at the wildlife park?

photo by Val Mills, January 2010
I’m looking at you
looking at me, wondering,
which of us will falter first.
Don’t you realise
how strange you look,
there through the fence,
walking around, staring
at my friends and I.
We don’t come to your house
to stand and stare.
So, if you’re not going to
feed me, please
go away. Please let me
eat my lunch privately
in my own back yard.
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