The Pond

Tired of frolic and the beaming sun, the snow and ice retreat; returning the pond nation to its peaceful co-existence. Toads once again sit majestically upon their naked rock thrones—no lily pads here. A lone insect glides by and is slap from the sky by the welcoming frog’s tongue. The ducks again cruse the soothing wet water dousing heads to catch prey or douche long neglected feathers. Suddenly, a rock skips across the pond. Ducks frantically populate the sky. As if a magic act of nature, all other creatures disappear. In the quietness of this canvassed scene, ripples concentrically spread across the pond— Shattered reflected rays, scattered dancing shadows. Silently, we drove onward. Indeed, nature’s mercy has strange laws. https://allpoetry.com/poem/13105586-The-Pond-by-millard-lowe