A daily dose of fear
to a particular
'edge-of-the-seat'
gripping scene on a daily basis.
I am shivering with fear
for the two little ones
perched jauntily above.
My red hue turns redder
as my sense of caution rings a bell.
Water weeps...
A tale begins... The lake drew crowds. Children played under the trees. Birds arrived Nests and fledglings dotted the scene. The lake fed water to many a locality. Along came drought... The rains went far far away. The lake reduced in size. Filth and sewage crept in. The colour of the water puzzled many. People walked past wrinkling their noses at the smell. The lake dried up. Trees were felled. The land was barren. Birds gave it a miss. The sand laden trucks took over. The 'premium' land was eyed... Encroachments came up. Huts, buildings, a colony, shops,... Through the windows, the echo of quacking ducks and a shimmering n' placid expanse of water, with a cool breeze blowing in, caressing the cheeks with dots of moisture, went missing. Was there ever a lake? Old-timers nod their heads. Near the window of a tenement, which rests upon a 'once picturesque' lake bed, sits a big sparkling can of drinking water, delive
