Feast With The Beasts Poem by James P. Roberts

Feast With The Beasts



It was called 'Feast with the Beasts':
having lunch at the Zoo
amidst all the exotic animals.
Thousands of people lined up
waiting patiently to participate.

Lions and tigers and bears
listening to the smacking lips
of those pale humans beyond the bars.
But one young man mad with rage
played a nasty trick:
closed the gates,
opened the cages...

the beasts feasted
grandly.

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A tidy little chiller a la Ambrose Bierce.
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