Kijun Times

The Sloth

Theodore Roethke

In moving slow he has no Peer.

You ask him something in his Ear,

He thinks about it for a Year;

And, then, before he says a Word

There, upside down (unlike a Bird),

He will assume that you have Heard

A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug.

But should you call his manner Smug,

He'll sigh and hive his Branch a Hug;

Then off again to Sleep he goes,

Still swaying gently by his Toes,

And you just know he knows he knows.