Upside Down on the Family Tree


(The following verse was inspired by the ChicagoNow commenter I know only as "Jack".)

Behold the sloth,
To slowness
A memorial.

Its toes are few,
Its teeth are small.
Sometimes it curls
Into a ball.

Its metabolic
Rate is low.
For everything
It does is slow.

And when it eats,
Sleeps or gives birth,
It hangs its head
Down to the earth.

In camouflage
Of algae-growth,
If it has sins,
One isn't sloth.

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