The Pond

The cool breeze sends ripples upon water as smooth as glass upon skin, cooled, radiant sun they are all assembled at this pond a few humans, mostly birds Attar would be pleased to see this Meeting Delegation of birds the ducks sit on the west stone wall Most grooming, digging, for buried treasure others, one foot, balanced, sleep still heads safely tucked tight against feather Beds many swim and some float the Swans dance in the center a gang on long-necks, dominate kings in this realm a far cry from above a return from the Pond with that come new Swans to join in the Feast, the Pool Party they now stand divided, some on the North end, some on the South they were united at first, but no more very much like humanity except they can still share the Pond