Queenie

• Annette Pirotta, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

Queenie walks like a royal,
As she talks on que,
To her keepers she is loyal,
And also to the zoo.

Queenie's colour is as black as night,
As she strides across the ground,
She feels as if she will take flight,
As she finishes her last round.

Queenie blends in with the sky,
As silently she sleeps,
And she starts to go down and lie,
The keepers agree she is for keeps.

The next morning she's awaken,
By a bellowing pack,
Then she is taken,
Back on to the same track.