Their Domain?
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:01 am
Are we humans entitled to a "domain" as well?
Their Domain?
“I want to go out swimming Dad.”
“Son, that's okay, but be aware
That things could turn out rather bad;
You know the ocean’s the shark’s lair,
So if you’re eaten by a shark
Don’t come back here whinging to me,
Don’t blame the monster for your lark,
The sea is his domain you see.”
“But Dad you know I like to swim
And if the nasty shark eats me
My future will be rather grim,
And those who swim in yonder sea,
If they are just thought of as bait,
Just to be eaten by a shark,
Even a white one - rather great,
Then swimming’s future’s rather dark
And what about the divers Dad?
The ones who dive for fun or fish.”
“They should avoid the water lad,
Should they be eaten that’s their wish.”
“Should surfers from their sport refrain?
Dad, are they just a type of lure?”
“Just ban them from the shark’s domain,
You see now son - a simple cure.
But listen mate, I’ve had enough,
Put on your swimmers, hit the surf,
Although I know it’s rather tough,
Remember you’re on sharkie’s turf,
He’s looking for a tender meal,
Just keep eyes peeled for dorsal fins,
He may think you’re a baby seal
So watch out for those toothy grins.”
“Ah…. Dad, I think I’ve had enough,
I’ve kinda’ gone off swimming now,
The sea is looking rather rough
I wonder would you, Dad, allow
Me to go walking in the scrub.”
“Sure son, but listen to my words,
I’ll let you go but here’s the rub,
The dingoes, crocodiles and birds,
The spiders and the snakes that bite,
The flies that buzz, the wasps that sting,
Those of the ground and those of flight,
The bull ants, leaches - everything,
You cannot touch, you cannot harm,
Not even if they cause you pain,
Now listen close and heed my psalm,
You see my son, it’s their domain.”
© Dennis N. O'Brien, 2012
Their Domain?
“I want to go out swimming Dad.”
“Son, that's okay, but be aware
That things could turn out rather bad;
You know the ocean’s the shark’s lair,
So if you’re eaten by a shark
Don’t come back here whinging to me,
Don’t blame the monster for your lark,
The sea is his domain you see.”
“But Dad you know I like to swim
And if the nasty shark eats me
My future will be rather grim,
And those who swim in yonder sea,
If they are just thought of as bait,
Just to be eaten by a shark,
Even a white one - rather great,
Then swimming’s future’s rather dark
And what about the divers Dad?
The ones who dive for fun or fish.”
“They should avoid the water lad,
Should they be eaten that’s their wish.”
“Should surfers from their sport refrain?
Dad, are they just a type of lure?”
“Just ban them from the shark’s domain,
You see now son - a simple cure.
But listen mate, I’ve had enough,
Put on your swimmers, hit the surf,
Although I know it’s rather tough,
Remember you’re on sharkie’s turf,
He’s looking for a tender meal,
Just keep eyes peeled for dorsal fins,
He may think you’re a baby seal
So watch out for those toothy grins.”
“Ah…. Dad, I think I’ve had enough,
I’ve kinda’ gone off swimming now,
The sea is looking rather rough
I wonder would you, Dad, allow
Me to go walking in the scrub.”
“Sure son, but listen to my words,
I’ll let you go but here’s the rub,
The dingoes, crocodiles and birds,
The spiders and the snakes that bite,
The flies that buzz, the wasps that sting,
Those of the ground and those of flight,
The bull ants, leaches - everything,
You cannot touch, you cannot harm,
Not even if they cause you pain,
Now listen close and heed my psalm,
You see my son, it’s their domain.”
© Dennis N. O'Brien, 2012
