Dinner for Two

The plop echoing through the environment,

Twisting and falling in slow motion,

It breezes by the dead end sticks, broken tree limbs,

Twirling unaware at the causation of commotion.

***

A whiff of the blissful scent edging closer,

Oils surrounding it as it bucks and weaves,

Glistening whiteness alights upon the ground,

As it gracefully settles upon the leaves.

***

Nature edges closer, forever wary,

Encouraged by the aromatic scent,

Dinner or a snack, who’s going to be fussy?

The appetite roaring, the want now a torment.

***

Survival of the fittest, never knowing when’s the next meal,

Make rain while the sun does shine,

If I’m quick I can dart from cover, race a little closer,

And make that delicious scent all mine.

***

I’m hiding under the covering, in the back where it’s darkest,

But that glistening whiteness beckons me forward,

Enticing, I want to throw caution to the wind,

If only - if only it was that straightforward.

***

I’ve been hiding here for what feels like forever,

I’ve gotten to know the way of it all,

Skirted the every day danger, the constant turmoils,

Fighting to survive as the wild does call.

***

Haste does not caution safety,

There may be no repenting at ease,

Wait, watch, better to be sure than sorry,

Hold back if there’s a slightest feeling of unease.

***

But that whiteness glistening in a swirl of scent,

Rushing at me from every direction,

I’m hungry and it smells truly divine,

Surely it’s worthy of a closer inspection?

***

I ease out from undercover, moving closer,

The aroma is going to make me lose my mind,

Hunger takes hold, my senses diminished,

As I rush from cover, every thought on this find.

***

My mouth closes around the tasty morsel,

My eyes close in pure delight,

Until I feel a violent upheaval, a sudden jerk,

Signalling the beginning of a mighty fight.

***

I’m ripped from my home, water scattering,

Into an atmosphere that causes me to gasp aloud,

I cannot breathe the heaviness through my gills,

And I’m terrified of my first glimpse of a cloud.

***

I hear noises rolling over me from above,

Carried heavily upon the breeze,

“You’ll make a fine dinner for me and the wife,”

I may not understand the words but for a second I freeze.

***

I struggle to draw in a life saving breath,

Flapping hard with all of my muscle and might,

A shiny object is held to my heaving throat,

And that’s when I realised I’d lost this fight.

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