The River that Slowly Rills

The Big Fish finds his lunch, and kills
In the river that slowly rills

The victim, caught up in the flood
First of water, now of blood
Death comes to him in blowing chills
While the river slowly rills

We see the blue is mixed with red
The prey surely now is dead
The carnivore has shown his skills
While the river slowly rills

The day has only just begun
Once of two fish, now of one
A strange home for slaught'ring gills
The river that slowly, slowly rills

poem by Bobby Crawford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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