Ballad Watching Poems

Sat on a bench in the park under the sun.
Shaded by an oak with the breeze soothing my skin.
Watching joggers, jogging, cyclist, cycling
I look at...

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Listen you can hear
The beast is loose
With piercing red eyes
It lives in the shadows

Watching, creeping ...... hunting
It’s next move is stealthy 
Smirking at the times...

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How can ducks look so serene,
gliding swiftly 'cross the pond?
While just below the water's surface,
frenzied churning's going on.

Webbed-feet are all in action,
like old piston-pumping wells,
Not...

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