Zoo

Who loves the warthog? Who threw up a fence          To guard that frame, that face?I found him near “Exotic Birds,”          Electrifying, base —Prodigal son, whose well-stocked pen          Was like his Father’s house again.The Zoo encircled both of us.          paths curved as his horns had curved:Well, there are stranger Animals,          By stranger Loves conserved.________________________________________________________________________

Patrick Spence ‘12, a Classics concentrator living in Currier House, is the Poetry and Fiction Editor of The Ichthus.