Under the Surface
Neath the surface of the lake
there is a magical land
cool blue waters with a stake
of reeds and plants in the sand
Small silvery fish dart
prey for the bigger fish
careful to keep apart
not wanting to be bonefish
Follow them and wonder
what it would be like
to live here and ponder
on life while avoiding the pike
Here, even more, than on land
the rule is eat or be eaten
this is the real gangland
the lair of the mighty gudgeon
So, pause and reflect
life here in the raw
do not now deflect
else you end up in the jaw
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
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