A Rabid Beast
A rising river makes a rumbling sound
foaming at the mouth like a rabid beast.
And it swiftly slithers over its banks
like a ravenous snake sensing a feast.
Its musty odor saturates the air,
forewarning wildlife of its arrival.
And frightened animals flee its advance,
stampeding as they run for survival.
Quenching its appetite, it saturates
the landscape like an overflowing bath.
And death and debris wallow in its wake
as it swallows everything in its path.
Like a cold wave seeping into your bones,
all you can do is submit to its will.
And in minutes, innocent lives are lost,
for this water-serpent is keen to kill.
Streams are oft bloated by torrential rains,
nothing is impervious to a flood.
And as water begins to rise, dreams drown,
washing away years of sweat, tears, and blood.
(Quatrain)
8/31/2015
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