On the river bank, they wait like brooding clouds, waiting to rain.
Staring at me with dark, beady eyes penetrating my soul with pain.
They look harmless but I know they want revenge for all of the jumpers.
Even angry at the dog for being a serial humper.
Onto the river we shall go.
As they follow each other as expected, I will go against the flow.
I won't sail with sheep.
I need not them with me to allow myself a soothing sleep.
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