Waterfall
Salty water drops threatening to take the plunge over the precipice to their doom. Undaunted by the heights, they teeter at the edge. Their kinsmen closely pressing in from behind. No room for hesitation, yet mid jump...second thoughts. They grope the lashes, Desperately clinging, fighting to remain, to stay...to go back home. Their master, silent, unwavering gaze fixed on the white wall, No longer steered by emotions And numbed by the nightly ritual. One blink of an eye, they are pushed to their death The waterfall...release... Gushes of past spoke of bony fingers interrupting their descent. New drops free falling to their destiny. The muffled funeral chant buried deep in Egyptian cotton.