C. J. Black
Sitting by the water’s edge, legs dangling in the water
The smile upon the sting ray’s face – ah lambs to the slaughter.
Taking no notice of what may lie beneath
Suddenly you feel it – something at your feet.
Quickly you withdraw, but you are not quick enough
With pin point accuracy – the sting ray he has struck.
You scream in anguish, those about you take no heed
Or is it they’re anxious to escape – how many will succeed?
The sting ray with his family continue on their merry way
Those who were not near the water’s edge, were not prepared to stay.
I must admit I was one of this squeamish bunch
Who moved sideways along the pier – ordered fish and chips for lunch.
C. J. Black©β
Tuesday, 05 August 2014