Umbra, or: the forest’s world
The forest's green with all its trees,
spans its umbrella, oversees
all the fields of grass and flowers,
that rest beneath the wooden towers
and water pillows sleep in peace
underneath some willow trees.
There, in the shadow of those willows,
swim the chirpy small mudminnows,
dive through water - clear, brown glass -
resting in the bed of grass
the water holds the fish unless
they dig down in the mud beneath,
to make a predator believe,
there wasn't anything to hunt
in this crystal clear brown pond.
And while the sun baths in the pillow
beneath the old and shaky willow,
the willows branches cut the air
with their shadows ev'rywhere
casting them upon the pillow
wherein it swims, the small mudminnow,
eating plancton, swimming 'round,
hov'ring 'bove the muddy ground,
brown the back, the belly yellow,
above its head, the dreamy willow.
But what do shadow and mudminnow,
what does brown beneath the willow,
have in common with each other?
What does make them to each's brother?
Their names, like willows, have strong roots:
They date back to some roman dudes.
Doktor Disko (2019-07-08)