By Crystevin
Date: 18 June 1999

Fancy This

Sitting 
at the water's edge
as the wind's ripples
fade away
in the distance
like memories
of forgotten ministries
and love forlorn.

Basking in the Sun's' warmth
remembering that glow
that once came from within
as an otter awakens
from a solemn nap
and exposing his soft underbelly
works hungrily
to crack open the shell
only to be poisoned
and destined to hell.