The Savage Pond

Look out over a pond's banks what do you see down there a smooth unruffled surface things lazily flying round A frog pops up its head and perches basking in the sun newts swim languidly about a flash of colour deep below Yet all is not as it seems poor tiny herbivores fight for their very existence they are on the lunch plate Savage diving beetles water boatmen, striders ravenous mayfly larva all wait to dine on them Tadpoles swiftly dart about they are on everyone's menu newts lay in wait then feast life in a pond's no picnic Everything is on someone's list life in a pond is about who lives eat or be eaten is the savage truth no mercy given or none expected