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AFTERMATH 

 

A careless smoker’s embered match

Among pine needles fell,

And suddenly the forest burst

Into a living hell.

 

A smoldering fire was all it was,

When flames ignited brush,

But soon the hiss and pop of flames,

Destroyed the forest hush.

 

Behind a searing wall of flame,

Where smoke’s a heavy pall,

Forest creatures lie in death . . .

There’s nothing left at all.

 

Yet fate has spared a little one.

I wish that he could tell

The story of his own escape,

As those around him fell.

 

He limps on smoking ashes

Where the fire has died down,                                   

A bear cub with his paws scorched raw –

Fur singed from tail to crown..

 

His thirst is almost maddening.

In pain he wanders on,

Looking for a water source

And grass to rest upon.

 

Would that the smoker see the cub

In all his misery,

And know that he himself’s to blame

By acting carelessly.

 

9/24/00 –   Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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