Do waterfalls prove the river took the wrong path
or does the river fall victim to a declining terrain?


The Bailout

The shepherd’s men

culled the flock,

one in five

and they feasted

on mutton divine,

stuffing themselves

for all was fine.

Feast after feast

the sheep soon gone.

The men panicked,

sang a woeful song.

Cried to the shepherd

give us more sheep.

He agreed and left.

The men fell asleep.

Woke the next morning

claiming a recovery.

Prided themselves

in their victory

and to celebrate

another culling was done.

The feast began

at the setting sun.

by Dave Holloway