When I go to the zoo I like to imagine what the animals think of us humans, because I already know what I think. I picture a panda sitting on the ground clearing bamboo branch after bamboo branch like corn on the cob. He stares idly at the crowd pressed up against the observation window and he ponders:
Who on Earth told her that blouse was attractive?
Yeah, just keep tapping on that glass, kid. We’ll see what happens.
I wonder what evil curse caused such widespread hairlessness.
I wish I had a mate I could nudge and then head-gesture at the guy in the short-shorts.
Kid, seriously. Pandas are not known for throwing their poo, but you are moving it waaay up my to-do list.
Sriracha bamboo. Somebody send me a scientist who can teach me how to hand-sign that, stat.
Dude, I literally spend 12 hours a day eating, but you look like you've got me beat.
You people act like you've never seen adorable before.
I am coming for you in your dreams, tapping boy.
Take the glass from the window and this whole scene would have a very different vibe.
They say there are only a couple thousand of us left on Earth, but the world is peopled with sunscreened yokels from sea to sea. Need I explain further my atheism?
That little girl! Her eyes so full of love and wonder. Now I feel guilty.
My “keepers” are not bad guys, but would it kill them to “accidentally” drop a burger in this mofo now and then?
You know what creeps me out? Giraffes. Oh man. Weird.
Stop eyeballing my bamboo, dude. The churro cart’s behind you.
Why is it you all have words on your clothing but you still talk so much?
I know your parents dragged you here and you really just want to see the kangaroos, but could you at least fake looking fascinated?
You are looking at my opposable sixth finger, aren’t you? Just a nub, really. Not legit enough to call a thumb, but it works. Some say it’s proof of evolution, but let’s not open a can of worms. Ooh, is that a rainbow sno-cone?
Bamboo. Seriously, you kale freaks should come on board.
Aaaand we’re closed. Good. Maybe now I can finish that haiku. Let’s see.
Panda in the zoo
Mating once every two years
Hey, no pressure, right?
