A Sloth's Daily Life

Tropical hot breeze

ruffles my coarse fur.

My home in the trees,

Brownish gray blur.

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Treetops so high,

Good for me, as I am shy.

It’s a place to sleep,

And count my sheep.

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Raindrops,

Go,

Drip drop,

Plip-plop,

Moistening the wild green crops.

Then it stops.

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The echoes,

of the rainforest

begin their bellows.

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Chirping birds,

buzzing cicadas,

serenading frogs,

and whispering rustling leaves.

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Lulls me into being lazy,

In this enchanting land so hazy.

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Hanging around,

It is my kind of play.

I do it all day.

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Upside down,

All around,

To the side, like a clown,

In my tropical compound.

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For I am the slowest,

Mammal of all, and that’s okay.

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Eating my leaves and fruits,

With some sap and insects,

A daily forage is one of my pursuits.

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I know how to live life,

with not a care in the world,

You should really give it a whirl.