No animal or bird that I know would be seen to stoop so low-
As to call her “One of us,” the mixed-up, duck-billed platypus.
Though wide her beak, webbed her feet, white eggs arranged in a nest so neat:
No bird will call out or give tongue– for she has fur and suckles her young!
No mammal , friendly or extreme, low marsupial or monotreme
Will admit her into its fold– she’s always left out in the cold!
Evolution has left her in a niche-neither bird, reptile or fish!
What is her phylum, class or race, -in society what is her place?
“Does it matter?” I hear you say. Well, just try it out someday-
Without the security of millions of your kind,
Friends, an extended family,
Sharing your emotions, the thoughts in your mind,
Would you be you or I be me?