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On some distant world Which belches fire and brimstone, Like a fiery hell. |
On some distant world Which belches fire and brimstone, Like a fiery hell. Reddish orange world Almost entirely of gas, Little solid ground. A gaseous world Far unlike the planet Earth, Strange creatures float by. In the swirling clouds Like giant bell jellyfish, Great life forms slide by. Drifters softly float In the gaseous cloud banks, On this distant world. Hunters and killers Feeding upon floaters and, Eating all they kill. Floaters slowly drift Through hydrogen-rich layers, Of an atmosphere. Far distant planet Not remotely earth-like, With mainly air, not land. Soft rising floaters Unaware of the sinkers, Drifting far below. Balloon-like sinkers Drifting down toward the land, Swept up on hot gas. Swarmers are buzzing Like angry bees that attack, Anything which goes past. Swarmers buzz aloud Signalling anger toward, Hunters who dare near. Hunters stalk swarmers Intent to make a kill, Yet wary of their prey. Swarmers watch floaters Being ruthlessly slaughtered, By hungry killers. Though slow to anger When disturbed by the hunters, Swarmers wreak havoc. Hungry hunters watch Ruminating swarmers, Tempted … yet watchful. Killers stalk drifters, Floaters, sinkers – all about to die, Nowhere left to flee. A far-distant world More like Venus than our Earth, Life and death go on. A gaseous world Sustaining many life forms, Yet not life like ours. Great balloon-like forms Hunters, killers, and victims, In this game of death. THE END © Copyright 2023 Philip Roberts Melbourne, Victoria, Australia |