Writings to Our Mother V | Page 15

12 Lamentations John Bacher Oh, Niagara Falls What have developers done to thee Why does is not trouble thee. For the day of the rat is at hand Deep and extremely bitter Thou has cut down The mighty oaks Of the great forest Where dwells the Great Horned Owl And the Sharp Shinned Hawk That long ago North of Oldfield Road Perched in vanished oaks Soaring above vernal pools Swooped down and devoured Infested rats. Thou has stripped the hawthorns of the Savannah That sheltered the Long-tailed Weasel Which hunted down the Norway Rat Building huge stores of food For future feeding. Thou has drained vernal pools That gave birth to frogs and salamanders Thou hast still their joyful song