after  Alistair  Te Ariki Campbell

They  say we  are ants.  So many
humans.  They say  we are sheep  
one  after  another  on a hillside.  
They  say we  are birds  i.e sweethearts.   
And  donkeys  and snakes  and coots.
It’s  neat the  way we can  become
so  many  others  in the menagerie   
with  different  heads, bodies  and airs.
It  would  suit me  currently
to  be a  small owl,  silent,
on  a miro  branch in  the dark
and  in the  morning a  lion
on  a high  dune
facing  the sea.  

Listen to Dinah: