Blue shimmering amid the trees
Bold kingfisher awaits his time
While insects flicker in the slime.
The pond, a stone's throw from my home
Murmurs – it is not alone
Bullrushes curtsey, hogweed bows
To crested grebes, proud necks like prows.
Waterboatmen idle by
A tasty morsel on the fly
In this ancient millpond deep
Whose aquatic city does not sleep.
A passer-by, lost deep in thought
Might find his gaze a moment caught
like mine - by ripples or swooping bird
His primeval love of nature stirred.
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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