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| The Mongoose (fossa) Photograph by Luke Dollar (1) |
Mortality’s pirouette
is life’s abrupt aspect,
Innately predefined;
still no living being expects it.
A natural violence the
body succumbs during this last breath,
So let me tell a story
about living on the edge of unanticipated death,
The mongoose gazes onto the
distant level below,
At a cobra that’s
gliding openly on the forest floor.
Now that he has spotted
this afternoons’ snack,
A plan’s set to mind
and this killer readies an attack.
As the mongoose inspects
in hidden view a snake’s living prospect,
To determine when to
leap upon this unsuspecting target.
Yet, the snake smells
danger, instantly curling in wary posture,
Strike ready: venom
that paralysis and kills any foes fostered.
At this, the mongoose hesitates; lamenting on what to do?
As the snake senses his
opponents retreat, leery but it’s no fool!
Question: would
withdraw be considered a worthy move?
No, hunger with a
fierce nature instinctively over rules.
Teeth bare, the mongoose strikes with lighten speed,
Akin to earthquakes, in
seconds, utter destruction’s released.
To the neck, inches
from the head, his teeth skillfully lands,
Shaking it viciously
side to side as the snake’s life gradually ends.
This story’s been told
in many ways, before,
And you ask: why must
it be told here once more?
It's an analogy on the breadth in life, my dear friend,
It’s unknown when death
will knock and abruptly let himself in.
© copywrite by Diana
Mary Sharpton
References:
1. Photographer:the mongoose (fossa) Photograph by Luke Dollar. http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/fossa/
1. Photographer:the mongoose (fossa) Photograph by Luke Dollar. http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/fossa/
