Orderly Insects Are Forecast
Small birds
Borrow my drum
For purposes unknown to some
Perhaps the birdy ritual beats,
At their spiritual retreats
Large ants
Follow my trail
Their purposes, I trust, shall fail
Unless they're lost and follow me
wandering insects prevail.
Grim sharks
Dog barks...
My purpose is, I trust, opaque
And mystifies those still awake
To track the dreaming whale
Dead fish
In whose gleaming scales I trace reflections of a life
You wish!
Fierce dogs
Pursue my aunts
Their purposes undamped by "can'ts"
Perhaps their sense of smell's so strong
They can't go wrong
Rogue cats
Pilloried live
They're "purr-pussies", fresh from the hive
Perhaps their sense of fair and foul
Would dupe an owl?
Old yaks
Search for green backs,
My porpoises are trussed secure
Perhaps they know the long-sought cure
Yak one needle track.
Pearl won
rolled towards the sun,
This poem's done.
| Contributors: | P, Roland, Stacy, KD, M. Forsyth, Lucretia, TG, Loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd March 1997. |