this beaver is no ordinary one.
it’s compulsive ways
in its business building
says a thing or two about all the outlets.
there is ingenuity in that
these streams need dams.
it’s a busy-ness
that is all too important.
it is here that old speakers
with old tape recordings
get buried with the mud and sticks –
thus effective silencing the sound.
it’s a great way
to quiet things down
and get rid of all the annoyances.
this beaver likes to build dams,
because the soul is all about peace and quiet.
This is a very good extended metaphor, which I always love in poems. You really commit to this, so that it could be read as a poem just about beavers, but — more importantly — it rewards the reader with a metaphorical meaning.
thanks dark….i like working the metaphor when they happen to come to me. after i read a bit about the beaver i found i could use with my own story of life.