The Beaver is making his digs
Assisting Hippos ferrying over
Desert Dunes
A new pipeline that chorals and adds boundaries
Floating on the Nile the
Beaver slaps its tail
It booms
The sound from that slap sends
Fear across all neighbours
The smoking gun was
A tail always ready to wack
When threatened
What to do? What for?
Offer Cold Peanuts or just any plain ol' nut
We are south of the Straight of Humuz
The beaver
Swims underwater -without a snorkel
Makes a floundering comeback to the shore
Drones above hardly take notice
Only their noise, that's what merited the slap!
All beavers learn to steer and navigate with their tail
They "tail up" to gain a few inches to gnaw down a tree
Today our Beaver paddles through oily waters and
Hydrocarbons seep into its thick fur
At night this Egyptian beaver dreams of
Not forests, not mushrooms, rather large pipes and oil tankers with or without
Transponders
The beaver squints its eyes and thinks it sees an upside down black duck
The usual
Then there is a low sounding buzz, a uranium cache, a good place to spend the night
And snuggle against the heat
Within weeks the beaver's tail glows at night
Even the hippos take notice and look at it like a freak
The beaver knows there is a price to pay for being special
Its meeting with the Queen of Egypt is soon
It plans to offer a dish of scarabs
And a project for a damn she can't refuse.
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