Curious Indeed
Curious Indeed
A tiny Ruuk unclasped his hook
dropped, nay, plopped into the brook
Swiftly picked by glassy water
tumbling one way tumbling the other
Hurrah at last he could see the sky
as trees and branches sped on by
they glowered, that realm of Ruuk
some aghast, some with funny looks
“Oh foolish thing, what have you done
left a tree where once you clung
Below you lies the dark unknown
where it travels no one knows”
But that poor Ruuk kept its tongue...
growing so cold and terribly numb
They say he died when freezing water
soaked him while he slipped deep under
some say he still swims with fishes
or that my tale be damn ridiculous
“There ain't no such thing as Ruuk
and more fool you who go and look”
But I say Ruuk's be real as me
living their lives up high in trees
Invisible mostly, well behaved
studious
but sometimes...
just sometimes...
one feels brave
Copyright © Declan Molloy | Year Posted 2018
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