the rock

As it crawled atop the rock, it stood proud, tall. it looked upon the ants, a line, a crowd.

It returned to its home, it is a mouth but cannot speak, eyes that cannot leak, a bank that cannot loan, it runs and runs but cannot groan

Here lives big and small, the weak fall. The feathered ones above chat, the long furred ones call, the tall clothed ones seek, the small tailed ones squeak

It crawled below, thorns on its legs, fish nearby, nomadic life has it get by

Splatter clomp, clomp spatter, predators near, the threat sure does matter.

Nearing life goes silent, the predatory monster is very violent.

If it leaves, i can rest easy, but my attention mustn't get too sleazy 

Return is nigh, all that is heard is the splash of rocks and the cries of flies

It is soon to sleep, the day has been long, lucky thar nothing went wrong

Grass grows, birds fly, water flows, light glows and raft rows