Cecil the Lion, R.I.P.

We know the story about

Cecil the Lion in Zimbabwe 

killed by an American dentist 

who paid a guide to find him 

a lion he could kill

with a bow and arrow.

The guide lured Cecil, a lion, 

off a wildlife preserve, using

the stench of a dead animal 

roped to the top of his vehicle. 

The dentist’s arrow wounded 

Cecil but it took hours to locate 

the lion and kill him with a rifle.

No word yet as to whether Cecil’s

heart, brains and liver were shipped 

the way a Planned Parenthood staffer 

said her New York agency ships 

smaller hearts, brains and livers.

Donal Mahoney

The Election in America 2016

Paul fell asleep early

after a hard day's work

earning a pittance.

His wife woke him up

and said he’d been hollering,

asked if he'd had a nightmare.

She told him he'd never before

hollered like that in his sleep.

Paul told her he’d been dreaming

about the presidential debates in 2016.

Behind the microphones he saw

Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump. 

Americans have a choice, Paul said.

Listen to Bernie and The Donald in 2016.  

Or buy a nice tent in Syria instead. 

Donal Mahoney

My Wall Street Garden

It’s midnight

and I’m too tired to stroll 

in my Wall Street garden 

to check on the nightlife

among the flowers 

and wildlife 

under the moonlight

so I let my eyes 

float silently out 

above the garden

like flying saucers

spying on all below.

At dawn my eyes return

rheumy and red and tell me

the garden’s a war zone 

and warn me 

not to go out there  

without a bazooka. 

They tell me

of moles and voles 

popping out of holes

to be eaten alive by 

possums and coons

with saliva dripping 

as they forage hell-bent 

for something to eat.

Moles and voles are 

something to eat.

Possums and coons  

are Wall Street gluttons.

They hold the Trump card

and dine at will.

Donal Mahoney