Whirling Disease - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
Something is wrong
with the trout in Huntington Creek.
Instead of following the current’s flow
they mimic eddies and whirlpools—
striving to scratch their tails,
sensing that something is wrong there.
Unnatural maladies should not have
(Note: There really is an outbreak of this illness currently afflicting fish in Utah’s freshwater streams.)
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