Friday, March 19, 2010

Predacity

water-cobbled rocks
of white and gray
pummeled by time,
hewn round by the licking caress
of water's rasping tongue,
dressed in moss
green and tender, baby soft;
dark eddys
where never sun has smiled
beneath a ledge,
black and forbidding,
a murky void
full of danger,
it is a den of darkness,
and in it, silvery-sided, ivory-toothed,
and jewel-eyed, he waits to strike,
he is the deadly, dreadful pike.

1976

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