As its translucent body rings-out <br />Under an unheard, jet propulsion… <br />Question; does it cast shadows? <br />Does its prey know of an answer? <br /> <br />To this rhythmic, Medusa's calling… <br />It's a death squad of little stings? <br />Why is it they, avoid shadows. <br />Contracting in the suns arrows… <br /> <br />Why does a bell without a gong. <br />Cause such alarm just wearing, <br />A sarong, swimming, vertically, <br />Diligently, towards the rising sun… <br /> <br />Why do they disguise themselves? <br />As a millpond ripple is it in order <br />That we shall ignore their riddle? <br />And, think them an innocent suspect.<br /><br />Mark Heathcote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-medusa-s-calling/
