Animal Sense

Ackerman, Diane

ISBN 10: 0375823840 / ISBN 13: 9780375823848

Edité par Knopf Books for Young Readers (edition First Edition), 2003

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With dust jacket. The item might be beaten up but readable. May contain markings or highlighting, as well as stains, bent corners, or any other major defect, but the text is not obscured in any way.

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• Titre: Animal Sense
• Éditeur: Knopf Books for Young Readers (edition First Edition)
• Date de parution: 2003
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN à 10 chiffres: 0375823840
• ISBN à 13 chiffres: 9780375823848
• Reliure: Hardcover
• Illustrateur: Sis, Peter
• Édition: First Edition.
• État de l'article: Fair
• État de la jaquette: Jaquette

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Synopsis

Book by Ackerman Diane

Extrait

TOUCH

I

An alligator, for example,
has a skin chock-full of dimples
and puckers wrinkled like a blouse.
Do not invite one to your house.
He may grow cold and use his wiles
to con you with his fixed smiles.

Never lend him your best sweater,
though he may sing an operetta
about being cold-blooded, or perform
a hula dance just to keep warm.
He knows a blanket of tiny marsh flowers
will keep him toasty, or he can bask for hours
on the riverbank with one leg dangling
his tail in shade and his snout angling
up until he finds the perfect spot –
not too cold and not too hot.
I suppose he could carry the sun in a flask,
and he would if he could, but it's easier to bask,
11

Penguin babies,
on the other hand (or wing),
will cozy up to almost anything
summery and snug
preferring Mom's tummy,
but a human hand or rug
also feels yummy.

Frantic for a big, smothery
featherbed cuddle,
they sometimes wobble around
in a chilly muddle,
gawking everywhere
for their next of kin. '
'Hug me!'' they squawk.
I need wings to snooze in.''

Then while the antarctic night
blusters and blows
and rainbow-bright auroras glow,
the air plunges to 40 below.
But penguin babies keep warm
they peep songs of summer
and nuzzle in deep,
waltzing through their ice palace
on Mama's feet.
III

The real masters of touch
are not grabby monkeys
(who do love to clutch),
not turtles, who find a shell-scratch
sublime, not cockroaches,
whose belly-fingers can climb,
not snails (who have such
slimy sensitive feet),
not silky-pouched kangaroos,
mice, or jellyfish,
not leapsome gazelles
or lions acting kittenish,
not even animals
like squids that squish.

No, it's prairie dogs,
termites, anteaters. and such-
animals that dip for a living,
in darkness, through dirt,
and are constantly giving
pinches to some,
rubs and twealks to others.
That's why the star-nosed mole
(who always wears a glove on his nose)
feels everything overmuch
and has dirty cheeks
but a dainty sense of touch.