The Crawdad and the Catfish


Illustration by Ken Lambert

10 Words by Ken: blind, familiar, mystery, intimate, explore, babble, crawdad, immerse, obscure, solitude
 
"How do you know what's around that corner?"
The crawdad asked in absolute horror.
"Not sure," catfish said without a care,
"I guess I'll find out when I get there."
 
Immersed in obscure solitude tonight,
Nearly blind on this new moon night,
At peace with the intimate and familiar.
I smile because I can hear the river.
 
Listening to it babble, sing and speak,
Mystery urges me to explore and seek,
And though I've seen every eddy and bend,
I cannot say I know this mutable friend.
 
The river changes with every season,
It does not abide by logic or reason,
And though I can't see the road before me,
I trust I'll get there, no need of a warranty.
 
"How do you know what's around that corner?"
The crawdad asked in absolute horror.
"Not sure," catfish said without a care,
"I guess I'll find out when I get there."

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