KINGDOM OF THE FROG

Written by: DAVID WALLACE

By a still pond where the water lilies plate the mirror fair
the dragonflies in neon burst unzip the summer air
beneath the wilting willow in rippling rows of reed
the warblers spring like acrobats their hungry young to feed

the electric blue of kingfisher as he arrows from his post
on unsuspecting sticklebacks that fill his daily quote
the lazy drone of honeybees in drunken paths of flight
weave and fall haphazardly on every flower in sight

The pond King sits in majesty upon his padded throne
And surveys with green impassive eye the kingdom that he owns
Somewhere in the roof of blue a pair of skylarks call
enjoy these days of Summer for sudden comes the fall