Ostrich

I’m afraid of ostriches.
Not metaphorical ones
(though head in the sand
can be worse than a rotting pecan
disguised on a praline pie –
take one bite and see how quick reality happens).
No, I mean real ostriches,
with their spaghetti legs
and avocado heads
and Jello salad wiggle-walk.
And the way they run,
like something eats at their tail feathers?
All stale-beaked and bean-eyed?
That one time an ostrich spooned its neck
against my car window and actually cackled,
threatening to take the wheel and me?
What kind of death would that be,
death by salty ostrich?
I’d prefer to choke on a decaying nut.
Or drown in a sand pit.
Never mind.
I’d rather not think about it.
 
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Katherine Gotthardt

Katherine Gotthardt, M.Ed., writing concentration, has been writing, editing and teaching for more than twenty years. For the past ten years, she has earned a living through content development and marketing. Besides being published in dozens of journals, Katherine has authored six books: Poems from the Battlefield, Furbily-Furld Takes on the World, Approaching Felonias Park, Weaker Than Water, Bury Me Under a Lilac and Late April. She has been nominated twice for Poet Laureate of Prince William County, VA, received InsideNova's 2019 Best of Prince William award in the author category and is Editor in Chief of Prince William Living magazine. Katherine serves as president of Write by the Rails, the Prince William Chapter of the Virginia Writers Club.

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