My memory is a bottomless treasure trove, full of beloved moments. Photographs are the jewels, the pieces of eight, the doubloons. One day in early summer, we visited the Bronx Zoo, and my children were enchanted with the animals. We rode the Wild Asia Monorail, and heard about deer and buffalo species protected from extinction. Some of the animals were extinct in their natural habitat and were reintroduced to the wild from the Zoo’s protected herds, which had thrived in a large enclosure for over a hundred years.
Zebras, giraffes, deer,
Species preserved from the past,
My children held rapt.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This was prepared for this week’s Ligo Haibun prompt, treasure.