040210c Dying Planet Poem by Manonton Dalan
040210c Dying Planet
tall grass line the watershed
turtles sunbathing on ledge
moccasin basking on wood
waiting for a fat frog for food
lately few; few are croaking
seasonal eggs not hatching
could it be a curse of acid rain
metals on water they're drinking
refuse to mate unknown disturbance
maybe your cellphone is the culprit
whatever it is we are heading trouble
whales beaching, dead zone appear
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4/26/2024 5:20:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There is much to think about here. You are an interesting writer.