The Final Concert

I want to play in a band with a crazy name,

hear the base trombone that the blue whales blow,

trumpet with the elephant, and grunt with the lion,

hear the swarm and the hive, sing and jive.

I want to play in a band with a crazy name,

see the colours and the sounds, rise and fall;

a pulsing rainbow from life's one aura,

where my voice will not signal, fear to them all. 

I want to play in a band with a crazy name,

be announced by the brassy Whooping Crane;

rhythms ratcheted up by Puerto Rican Crested Toads,

in the back, Cascade Frogs clearing their throats in vain..

I want to play in a band with a crazy name

Pacific Walrus plaintiff strumming;

wind section of Bare Shanked Screeching Owls,

and American Alligators, percussion rolling.

I want to play in a band with a crazy name,

where the Common Loon will make mocking fun,

of the all too serious, Mexican grey wolf,

and the Polar Bear, can still swallow the sun.

I want to play in a band with a crazy name,

a band that needs no more rehearsals,

a band that calls us all together,

a band with a crazy name like, — Earth.

All the members of this band are on the current endangered species list, and their song can be heard at rareearthtones.org  It is arguable that man should also be now included on the list. 

©Copyright Niall OConnor

Images borrowed from the web

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