Note: I am not a poet. I don’t enjoy writing poetry and I’m not good at it. I’m posting this here purely for archival purposes.
The morning air was heavy, humidity coating flesh in rime
The surface of the pond was murky, covered in thick, green slime
The birds were chittering amongst themselves, calling out between trees.
The pumas and bears were lethargic, as there was too little breeze.
The otters were oblivious, pouncing on hapless fish
The manatees were submerged, munching lettuce, their favorite dish
The deer were doing what ruminants did, prancing all around
Stiped lizards scurried everywhere but didn’t make a sound.
To all appearances it was a calm morning in the preserve,
But mother nature loves to laugh and threw them all a curve:
A roaring noise shook the air, harshing everyone’s mellow,
For the alligators had, all as one, begun their mating bellow.
Imagine an elephant, a lion, a screech owl, and a moose
And that’s almost the kind of sound the ‘gator’s all let loose.
Then amplify the volumes by a factor of at least eleven,
And add the noise from a Mack truck, or really, more like seven.
The sandhill cranes joined the chorus adding to the din.
The buzzards left their branches, over the pond to skim.
The bear awoke and went in search of salmon (or maybe honey)
And when he growled the deer next door did NOT think it was funny.
But the gators didn’t care, they continued with their singing
Not at all aware that all their neighbor’s ears were ringing.
Til finally a female alligator surfaced, showing off her pate
And one of the bull gators decided she must be his mate.
If a latent dinosaur singing for love feels like so much drama
Remember that when humans mate, it often leads to trauma.
Mother nature has a plan, one time has perfected.
Roaring gators, ruffling birds – all life is connected.
Written for Brief #7 of Like the Prose 2021: Write a Saj style poem.
