NATURE'S LARDER - Hwork for w/e 18/6/18
Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 6:12 pm
NATURE'S LARDER ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
The dark Mangroves are not boring there is so much going on.
You might want to take the Aeroguard to halt the buzzing throng
of mosquitoes that no doubt with you will want to tag along
as the Pelicans stand watching on the sand.
There's some action on the beach as hermit crabs scurry about
and a dead fish head's attractive of that fact there is no doubt
and the actions fast and furious now that the tide's gone out
and the shrieking gulls take off, and fly, and land.
A white crane by the mangroves dips his head in stately dance,
as he peers into the water for a fish on his last chance
and he moves slow, quite ponderous. His moves charm and entrance
just like Fred Astaire - his outfits rather grand.
On the headland folks are searching where the oysters crowd the rocks.
A free feed for the taking. Nature's own Pandora's Box
which is hidden by the high tides and each oyster tightly locks
its fragile shell on the rockface 'neath seaweed strands.
The splash of jumping mullet makes one wish now for a net
and the taste buds salivate at thought of fish on a baguette
dripping with butter - fresh and salty, what you see is what you get
but alas, that thought's a dream of a gourmand.
The dark Mangroves are not boring there is so much going on.
You might want to take the Aeroguard to halt the buzzing throng
of mosquitoes that no doubt with you will want to tag along
as the Pelicans stand watching on the sand.
There's some action on the beach as hermit crabs scurry about
and a dead fish head's attractive of that fact there is no doubt
and the actions fast and furious now that the tide's gone out
and the shrieking gulls take off, and fly, and land.
A white crane by the mangroves dips his head in stately dance,
as he peers into the water for a fish on his last chance
and he moves slow, quite ponderous. His moves charm and entrance
just like Fred Astaire - his outfits rather grand.
On the headland folks are searching where the oysters crowd the rocks.
A free feed for the taking. Nature's own Pandora's Box
which is hidden by the high tides and each oyster tightly locks
its fragile shell on the rockface 'neath seaweed strands.
The splash of jumping mullet makes one wish now for a net
and the taste buds salivate at thought of fish on a baguette
dripping with butter - fresh and salty, what you see is what you get
but alas, that thought's a dream of a gourmand.