Into the town in fear they arrived
Desperate for something to drink.
These were the few that had somehow survived,
All barely able to think.
Tried their luck where sheep slated their thirst
And ranchers had shot those who dared,
Water so scarce that their sheep would come first
Thus, leaving the wildlife uncared.
Drought had been present for three years now
Artesian their only supply,
But now deep water source less would allow
Causing all kind thoughts to fly.
Tentatively now poor survivors came near
Eyeing town’s generous reserves,
Hot water from earth’s subterranean sea
In gigantic cooling preserves.
Seeing no danger, the wildlife looked round
Seeking a cooler supply.
Then at a distance the swimming pool found,
Thought that they’d give that a try.
Kangaroos, emus and dingos rushed in,
Morning swimmers received such a fright
To see all those animals painfully thin
The town people sad at their plight.
Town folk decided to care for them all
Providing their everyday need,
Then after drought broken the short and the tall
Returned with man less to be feared.
“© Copyright 2019 Ian Grice, ianscyberspace. All rights reserved”
The above image is copyrighted to Tracy Walker
Nice poem. Poor roos?
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Yes the recent drought decimated wildlife but now they have to deal with floods in semi desert areas. Unusual weather patterns these days.
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This is a poignant poem with a message – I assume that it is true!. About a week ago our little man-made artificial stream in our back garden was visited by a several-hundred-strong flock of robins. We watched them take turns in bathing in the water. They were very civilized in their queueing. Today we had a different vaster in the form of a huge blue heron, he had to leave hungry as he took all the fish last fall.
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That would have been a wonderful sight to see Jane. Because we live in a retirement resort village we only have a limited back yard but have arranged it nicely and have a bird bath placed so we can see the birds drinking and bathing. Birds of different types come there. within the types they are civilized and wait their turn. But when the types clash over the bird bath it is a war for possession. 🙂 Yes the poem tries to report just what happens when there has been drought for several years in the western semi-desert. All animals suffer or die under those conditions.
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So sad for them but glad they found help in caring people. You did great with this poem sweet Ian. Hugs
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I think we both have a fondness for our animal friends. 🙂
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That we do. Hugs
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Excellent poem. Ian.
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Thank you Cindy 🙂
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Your poem captured the essence of fear beautifully, Ian. To share in scarcity is grace. Hugs Xx
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Yes it is Jane, and grace is a scarce commodity these days. 🙂
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Easier to be generous when there is plenty. Scarcity brings forth one’s hidden nature.
That is lovely to have people share with the wildlife, dispel fear and build friendships.
Your poem started off tentative and ended well 🙂
Way to go!
Peace,
Eric
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Thanks Eric. Yes diminishing resources tests our attitude to both fellow humans and wildlife doesn’t it?
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