Our own fascination

Whilst standing on the promenade

a pod of toothed whales is seen on the beach – 

elsewhere a dam is giving birth to a foal

The mortal mind within man

shouts aloud from the pier

preying to Him for an eternal soul

The croc feeds on cattle

the hippo capsizes a boat –

there’s surprise in the woods – a grizzly’s foretold

On the page, Winnie lives –  

bringing belief –

in hope and in laughter, in happy and wit

Under water the cuttlefish

jumps out of itself –                             

like a rainbow – the blink of an eye – like a slit

Whilst in the arms of its mother – a new-born baby lies

believing in ‘am’ and in ‘can’ and in ‘my’

Leaping from the page that turns into a book

they arise like a sky – from man’s own creation

a world that’s derived from our own fascination.

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