The Pond

Rise and shine it’s fishing time
Sunrise calls the worms to hide
Cattails tower sleepy eyes
Caught in breezes by surprise.

Rhythms gurgle tiny hops
Drift to where the ripples stop
Moments hold fluttered wings
Clips of time meant to dream.

Dew drenched spiders float and slide
Fearless turtles seek and hide
Wading in, sloppy muck
Rollie pullies bring good luck.

Cast the last bait and wait,
And wait and wait,
and wait…
And wait.