Wild Bunch

As a child
my dad called me various names.
A Bunch of M’galoops was my favorite.
Not a Bunch of M’galoops,
no, just one …
you can’t have a bunch of one,
can you?
Unless you’re just having fun.
And we were.
It sounded like a feast
for an unusual African beast.
An animal whose life was free.
An astonishing creature,
whose eyes were pools
in which fools could see
the infinite
without it being scary.