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Can We Contain?

by Tony Whitaker

The barren branches of a fallen tree
above and below the water line bear the bounty hunters

First-light fog floats saraband ghosts
The aide-de-camp for deadly hosts

HuntersÂ’ eyes hide to pacify
prey unaware of their demise

HeronÂ’s s-curve neck released
by the optic noise of flashing fish

The noble efficacious kingfisher
patient for its moment of immersion

The water snake bark-wrapped
in masquerade waiting for a bite

The bullfrog boasts to beckon a mate
but takes the bait of a wayward worm

A hollow log holds the cunning catfish
waving whiskers warning of passing Pisces

But man in his demand for more and more land
drains these worlds to build his stands

Can we contain before nothing remains
of nature's wondrous wet domains

10/14/2007

Posted on 10/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/15/07 at 03:02 AM

I sure as hell hope so, man. Stong stuff. Brilliantly stated.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/15/07 at 06:16 AM

Yeah, man, the ultimate predator. Animals kill to live. Man appears to kill just to kill. Excellent thoughts here Tony.
~Chelle~

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