Frozen Pond

As I walk next to the frozen pond The early morning sun was rising from behind the hill in the distance Its warm rays peek through the line of maples The air was still, the day was quiet Only yesterday’s snow crunches with each step I take, And the new freshly fallen powdery snow swooshes out from under my boots I wondered, as I peered at the icy pond, would it support my weight Should I venture across? I would reach the road faster by cutting across, and decided to risk it Gingerly I stepped, one foot at a time, holding my breath, closing my eyes, Listening for the ominous crack The air was still, the day was quiet I hastened my step, quickly, lightly It was a narrow, but a long pond, and deep for one so small My heart pounded at the thought of its bottom Nearing the center, the belly of this beast, a sharp noise stopped me like a statue On the frozen pond