The Scorpion*A Poem by Bob BTwo monks were kneeling by a river, Washing their bowls in its gentle flow. One rescued a drowning scorpion, Which stung his hand before he let it go.
Finishing their daily ritual, They were about to depart when They noticed that the very same scorpion Had fallen into the water again.
Once more the monk reached down, Scooped up the scorpion with his hand, And once more the scorpion stung him Before he placed it on the dry sand.
The other monk questioned him: "I know the scorpion's a living thing, But why do you keep saving it when You know its NATURE is to sting?
"I don't think I could give it The kind attention that you gave it." The first monk calmly looked at the other And replied, "It's MY nature to save it."
-by Bob B (4-4-18) *An old story retold here in verse © 2018 Bob B |
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