The Chase

April 7, 2018

It all began in iron pot
Potion thick and fire hot
All you get is just one shot
Awen

Moment lost and off it goes
darting fast on nimble toes
Give chase and follow to the close
Awen

Bala Lake, he charges in.
Mimic every roll and spin
Reach the paw to catch the fin
Awen

Now to the sky, our quarry flies
How obvious this new disguise
But he’s no match for your sharp eyes
Awen

He falls away, down to the ground
One little grain onto a mound
Hunt and peck until you’ve found
Awen

I ask you please, now, if you will,
for I have not your clever skill
Help me catch with key or quill
Awen

Diana Sanchez