The Perilous Tickling of Shallow Waters
In the softest sponge, a ripples caress
in a toadstools dress, in just one pins point of pain
danger,
with its tiny fangs, smiles just for us,
its toothy grin lurks within.
Come, let us trip the fantastic light-footed and dancy.
Care not, nor care for the dragon in its rainbow lair,
it may be gone away and today not here.
For are we not, in this soft sandy toe-tickling spot
deep inside a sunny day, and yet we pray
that old man death by chance
not come our away -
even so, we are always near
and thus remain his most fond and dear
his careless, everlasting prey.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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