The Sloth

For some it would be a crisis

to be named for one of the vices,

But I doubt it bothers the sloth

any more than it would a moth!

The leaves and twigs he likes to eat

surely are no stomach’s treat--

digesting all that mass is tough:

sometimes a week is not enough!

The sloth finds motion a trial—

sedentary is his chosen style.

He finds a tree and doesn’t wander

(there is no charm in far and yonder),

nor does he wish to be on the ground:

he almost never will come down.

Is he lonely, up near the sky  

Without a friend or kin nearby,

no wife or girl to share life’s way?

We may wonder, but he won’t say!