The river here runs slow and deep <br />The banks on either side are steep <br /> and covered well with foliage. <br />Through which small creatures slyly creep. <br /> <br />The price of life is vigilance <br /> they can’t afford to take a chance <br />The brambles form an airy cage <br /> through which they cast a wary glance. <br /> <br />Instinctively they know to hide <br /> for danger lurks on every side <br />They have no choice they must forage. <br />It’s tantamount to suicide. <br /> <br />Just one mistake and they will die. <br />Predators can strike from the sky. <br />so suddenly and silently <br />The oldest rules of all apply <br /> <br /> to prey and to each predator <br />Nature red in tooth and claw. <br />An old but very true adage <br /> which will remain for evermore. <br /> <br />The river flows on placidly <br /> quite unaware apparently <br />of happenings upon life’s stage.. <br />In undisturbed tranquillity. <br /> <br />The river here runs deep and slow <br /> A favourite place I choose to go <br />To scribble words upon a page. <br />my pencil moving to and fro. <br /> <br />My presence does not cause upset <br />they do not see me as a threat. <br />Until I move to turn my page. <br />Though I try not to, I forget. <br /> <br /> I watch the watchers watching me. <br />I pique their curiosity <br />I find it difficult gauge <br />who watches who the most closely. <br /> <br />Towards the closing of the day <br />I have to go but they will stay <br /> safe hidden in the foliage. <br />From which they very rarely stray. <br /> <br />15/07/2009 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-write-place-for-m-lady-chitra/
