Deluge
By Grannyrosie
Over ripe orange, Suspended in tear drop of azure blue. Cotton balls encroaching, Black lace frilled, with grey, I view. Feathers soar, glide in agitation, Feet tucked firmly in, Aware of tempest threatening, Thunder, and shrieking din. From some place improbable, Freaky summer trough. Pounding on the pavement, Still hasn’t done enough. Rending, tearing, crashing, Electric chainsaw from the sky. Decimating old man gum. Bark whiskers flying by. Man’s waterway occluded, By man’s perpetual waste and greed. Bustling, jostling raindrops, Prohibited from the escape they need. Rising line of debris, Raging, as insane. Momentarily displeasured eddy, Creates a natural drain. Bird’s nest, floating, swirling in the current, Wide mouthed balls of fluff protest. Drenched feather packages of parents, Pursue fruitless, heartbreaking quest. Eventually, it is done. Peruse list of casualty. Mice, nestlings, a gecko, untold insects, What lesson do we see? Behold man,. Your own worse enemy, Now the skies again clear blue. This destruction, was it really mother nature? Alas! Me thinks tis me, and you. Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 09:11 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 9
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