My Pond
My pond is a living, breathing thing,
Frogs are morphing as they sing.
Crickets chirp and laugh with life,
With magical things, my pond is rife.
Dragonflies flit, and fly, and dance,
This scene induces peace and romance.
The wind blows gently through the trees.
It calms my soul, and I feel free.
Herons hatch their tiny chicks,
Building nests with grass and sticks.
Deer stop by and bend to sip,
Fish jump high, then take a dip.
Night falls, and the watery chorus is strong,
I could sit and listen all night long.
Crawfish with glowing, orange night eyes,
Give me quite an erie surprise.
Walls confine, out here I can breathe,
I'd like to stay and never leave.
Stars are shining in the glittery sky,
All this beauty makes me high.
A gem in the rough worth more than gold,
My pond is a glorious thing to behold.
By wolfycat
© 2008 wolfycat
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