There never is enough, <br />yelled mother antelope, <br />no rain means <br />we all starve, <br />the lions will <br />get meaner, <br />and soon run out of prey, <br />the fit among us still can roam <br />at high speed, <br />up to the river banks <br />where bony wildebeest do fall, <br />like boulders into raging waters, <br />jaws snapping, <br />welcome <br />to the home of the great Cayman Croc. <br /> <br />Carry a pile of fat and be a dromedary <br />with those unsightly humps <br />and you could make it, <br />snot flying from your nostrils <br />as you race past the hyenas <br />and the leopards in gnarled, lowslung trees <br />it IS a tough life, yes <br />and you........... <br />been kicked out of your home <br />to hit the dirt and who would know <br />or care, <br />you bit the dust, <br />expendable, <br />just like the slow and sickly ones, <br />shack up with her, <br />a sibling, <br />well <br />you have to weigh things girl, <br />the options, <br />some will float <br />while others sink into the plankton, <br />and what it means to you, <br />this life of promised rain, <br />parched opportunities <br />and breezy pheromones. <br /> <br />I say <br />you ask yourself just one, <br />it is the key and will apprise you, <br />not your heart of hearts of course <br />but yours, <br />that quick inquisitive of minds... <br />can you be <br />happy and content <br />to rest beneath the trees <br />in the hot midday sun <br />and watch the sweat run down <br />between yours and that bull's lean ass <br />and feel <br />such happiness <br />curse through <br />your veins and <br />all your arteries <br />that nothing else would be reality? <br />I rest my case and say <br />that we can wait for the monsoon <br />to bring the rain straight from the sky.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-monsoon/
