Sitting Alone - pondering

Sitting alone on a lily pad Awaiting my next breakfast insect I ponder my purpose Two hundred and seventeen mosquitoes Sixteen horse flies…one spider And a scolding from a swan I croak every night Come back to life at sunrise Bathe in the cool mud The old guy’s here again, fishing I tug on his lure sometimes Just to give him hope The shadow of an Osprey Brings its silence to the pond A brutal beauty soaring Sitting alone in his kayak An old man Ponders his purpose