It’s one of those times when you can’t believe your eyes
when ahead of you extends a wiggling-squiggling line.
Forging ahead through a sea of slimy-sticky mud,
You visualise a land fish that jumped earth-side and stuck.
Commonsense assures you that’s really not the case, your
eyes strain hindered by a heavy-rain-slowing-pace.
With a flop to the left before a flop back to the right
you need a closer look at this incredible un-natural sight.
Unable to believe your eyes, you shuffle forward looking down,
but still this scrap of life form progresses forward on sloppy ground.
With problems due to heavy rain that’s falling all around, you notice
how this creature moves without uttering a sound.
A tiny mite can’t materialize where no sign of life is seen,
unable to tell a human-soul where he was going or where he’d been.
But squiggles from a bridge where flax bordered drain and banks
left little doubt that from that bridge a weighted sack had sank.
From human hands pups suffered on that wet and stormy day,
But other pups paid the price of life but Moses fought and got away.
He’ll live to a ripe old age, amongst Hokianga hills and plains,
I’m sure I don’t have to explain how young Moses got his name.
Copyright © Kathy M Lawson
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