Rumination On the Ruination of Water

Rumination on the ruination of water A pleasant clearing with lots of grains but only a touch of water, the trickle trailed through transparently and so the migrating chickens stayed, but as the flock expanded there emerged the problem of the water flow both quantity and quality To waste means want, to change or to clamber on the chickens debated cluck-ed and scold-ed. Two sided and entrenched they were, what option did they have, to move was foolish, would cost resources the time invested to purify much more worth a look, but studies said categorically, that nothing was amiss, while the trickle trailed through translucently. They washed and scraped and pooed some more and the trickle it did change, it now trailed through turgidly and the chickens scolded and sickened. Desperation enforced decision and debate resulted in action. Powder was bought to make clean water but, there was no mixer …and the costing was extorting… time for emergency measures! Hang the cost and go for broke, debt for future generations. Dig and scrape and make a lake! …well at least a puny pool or pond… providing clean and clear; crystal and ethereal, surley this would be achieved. But before the water could reach the middle it passed through mire deep and dense, there was no clause in the contract to clean it and so; the crystal water became a beautiful emerald. That it was a pulchritude, a positive feature the chickens were assured by all of economic sense and ability. No one wanted to argue because they weren’t quite sure what it was they were told. But still more scolding and sickening. entrepreneurs began to stock their medicines and cures the chickens bought them and rather than shift stayed in their rift. That place downstream that plants had cleaned, lay green and fresh and forsaken. When this was raised they were horrified! ¨We would die!¨, the chickens did cry, rather than drink downstream of this mess. So they did. Except for the rooster who retired downstream, still visits above to scrape and to scratch. The grains grow huge with their liquid food and, with a mist in his eye, he transcends the loss of his friends. ©T.Arnold