Indeed it's a conspiracy
Against the Yanks'
high hopes and
Low dreads.
Ssseemingly kind
Young man
First warns of
Upcoming
Sssnake eating
Ssslug
Sssmack dab
In the cccenter of
Walking path.
We cringe.
We imagine.
We prepare
To be startled.
But no sssnake
And no ssslug.
He also told us
About white
Baby ssseals
Being fed by
Their parents.
"Just ahead.
You'll hear
Them cry."
We hope.
We form images.
We anticipate.
We yearn to
Oohhh and ahhhh.
But no adorable
Ssseall pups on rocks.
A quartet of
Ssseemingly
Trustworthy elders,
Octogenarians
For cccertain.
Elderly man
Earnestly notifies
Us of ssseal pups
Just around the
Next bend.
"Look for the
Post, then look
Ssstraight down."
We rationalize.
We reawaken
Our hopes and
Our dreams.
We trust again.
We open our hearts
And our minds.
Sssurely, this
Time. . . .
Nope, no pups.
Mope!
How could they?
Did they gather
Together this
Morning to
Plot and plan
To foil and foul
The Yanks?
"Just tell them
They'll sssee
Ssseal pups.
They'll buy it,
Hook, line, and
Sssinker!
Ann Beth Blake
(c) August 30, 2013
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