In Easter’s silent night
The beach had held its breath
Reverence for the morning’s might
Sustenance for some, others, death
The swollen belly of the moon
Taunting the depths of impending rapture
A massive haul, soon come, soon!
To spark much frolic and laughter
the sun’s rays began to warm the sands
and footprints followed after
The pulling of seine by many hands
Brought much dismay, if not disaster
Cries of saboteur!
Fingers had never pointed faster
The fault lay with an amateur
“bad lucky” said the wiser
And at the end of morning’s light
When bellys held their breath
The pelicans and gulls squawked in sweet delight
Sustenance for some, others, death
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 12:25 AM UTC
In Easter’s silent night
The beach had held its breath
Reverence for the morning’s might
Sustenance for some, others, death
The swollen belly of the moon
Taunting the depths of impending rapture
A massive haul, soon come, soon!
To spark much frolic and laughter
the sun’s rays began to warm the sands
and footprints followed after
The pulling of seine by many hands
Brought much dismay, if not disaster
Cries of saboteur!
Fingers had never pointed faster
The fault lay with an amateur
“bad lucky” said the wiser
And at the end of morning’s light
When bellys held their breath
The pelicans and gulls squawked in sweet delight
Sustenance for some, others, death
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