I like to use the same subject to write many poetry forms. It's a learning process.
(A Blank Verse Sonnet) The moon creeps through the barnyard's busy night where ducks chase bugs on top of pond's still face and turtles wait in murky bottom's sludge for tasty treats to float across their view. A pair of mallards glide behind their young. From shadows they emerge with watchful eye while ducklings play in reckless, cheerful joy and turtles watch as webbed feet paddle by but ducks in statue stance evade their doom. As turtle swims behind to snag a foot, a large dark shape appears to thwart her aim. The Goddess of the moon-lit summer sky sends clouds to move beneath the moon's bright rays and hides the swimmers in the ripple's ruff.
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