It Was Not a Stone

An adventurous boy saw a stone deep in the lake, smooth and shining “I must feel that stone today”, he said He swam with lunatic enthusiasm and straight he climbed on the thing his dream was immediately broken the smooth sea stone was not a stone It rose up and flashed its ugly teeth a hippo, big, hungry and tired it was He called creator, ancestors and all the poor boy ran, flew, swam, plied but the hippo closed in as if biting