22nd April, 2010

Poem #585
I like to see it lumber for hours –
And suck in the water from the mere –
And stop to feed itself at the spacious pasture –
And then – Prodigious steps

Around two hundred acres of Jungles

And supercilious peer
In marshes – by the sides of the waterfalls –
And then a Shower in the loch

To Fit its enormous body

And trying its best to fit through
Moaning all the while
In horrid – hooting stanza –
The chase itself down to South –

And trumpeting like Saxophone –

Then – Punctual as a Star
Stop – Docile and omnipotent
At its own grotto behind the waterfalls –