Can We Contain? by Tony WhitakerThe 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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