If I had a superpower
I think I’d like to fly.
I’d bring the rhinos to the moon.
I’d plant fields of grass,
make lakes of the craters
where at night they’d all commune.
No more orphans,
huge rhino crashes
with horns taller than the trees.
Poachers out of business,
trade debate moot,
joke’s on the Chinese.
The world would think
them extinct,
another failed conservation endeavor.
While I could finally
sleep soundly at night
knowing the rhino is safe forever.

By: Tisha Wardlow