| The Icicle by Joe Fierstos |
| Look at the icicle! See it perspire! It melts in the sun As if it's on fire! It hangs from the eaves As a light grasps a wire! Holds on for life As its setting is dire! Ruing the future Ignoring the prior! Waiting its turn on the eaves To expire! Look at the water! It's lying in wait! Of self-condensation And icicle fate! |