on rivers

I watch you from the precipice as you flow and glide
down the curvy, fury mountain side
as you form into the slumber pool.

there you sit green and cool, basking in the mornings dew
looking cocky, looking stocky
like an elephant in the zoo.

You sing to the trees and drown out the birds
with your lyre voice pipping through the greenery void.

I like the patter of your feet
running wild in the meet
against the dirt, against the bark
oops there goes another lark
flying fast, talons fisted
strangling the little, silver fishes
though you be fast, he be swifter
poor, pitiful little fishes.

oh rivers how they run
flowing, shooting, like a gun
in a blink they go by laughing
killing time, making rhyme