the man in the museum

he knows stuff, facts,and figures

while i am astounded.the sun comes

out by the drawers. open they show

me birds and insects. did you know

they cross their fragile legs and tie

with cotton threads.

did you know that we are the only ones

who do not eat insects and that there

are more species of beetles than any

other creature. having lost the sexton

i despair while some tick.

they thought it was the soul from the dead.

i thought penguins were smaller and that

an elephant had more teeth than that.

you let me hold one; it was so heavy so you

show me the tusks too, and we talked about trunks

and headaches.

it was hot there and hungry so i went for lunch,

a sandwich, returned later to look through the

microscope.the man in the museum helped me.

there are fibres everywhere and when our coat

comes

off he said there is a shower we cannot see only

imagine.

later i saw a sputnick, yet i liked the mothths and

beetles best. so does the man in the museum.

sbm.