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
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
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