(A Tale Told, )
It is a pale evening
Papa
Manuel, all alone is near a creek
Within the
creek, a naked woman stands
Her back
to Manuel, shapely…
He is
thinking he knows her (?)
As he
nears her from the edge
Of the
Creek bed…
Looking up
he sees a gibbous moon
His home,
nearby the farmyards, with the
Groves…
The
eucalyptus trees somber:
Their
somberness made by a haunting breeze
The birds
take flight, they know something
Is
lingering, something is eerie!
They know
it will come…
The young
womanizer, tired coming from work:
Dusk comes
as it always comes, as promised.
To the
naked woman in the creek he says:
“My dear
lady, how beautify you look,”
And comes
nearer to her, and when she turns
To greet
him, as if to be his saviour in lust,
Comes the
face of a she-devil
With the
expression of a wolf!
Shocked,
to the white marrow of his bones—:
Thus, he
falls, landing on the edge of the creek…
Unconscious—;
had the she-devil had her way
He would
have been drowned…!
Man cannot
bear disaster like the rocks:
Nor the
naked deceitfulness of a devil;
Hence,
sometimes it’s better to stay home,
With the
cows inside the barn!
#3373 (7-12-2012)
A tale told, to the
author over a spaghetti dinner, during a Sunday afternoon, the Author has taken
liberties to add his eerie touch to it. The tale is a true account, says Manuel
Valera (Deacon of the Parish Church San Daniel Comboni de Cristo Redentor)
