The Children's Zoo

Inside the children's zoo was quieter, even cooler, than the semi-tropical traffic and softening tar of the zoo at large. [...]a house of mirth, where children smeared plexiglass with their smiles, the petting zoo of patient goats and turtles. [...]in a frenzy to the main gate, his father still staggering along the petting zoo, calling with the peacocks, attended by guards who were children, watched or not watched, regarded by the rectangular pupils of goats, the dangling semi-wet snout of the elephant, the turtles introspective and softhearted.