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