Poor Predator

There must be a hundred poems
in the big hole where the
pond used to be
I see the cattails and reeds
quiver as they crawl
around the stalks
Unseen
they ignore me
Their only predator
Secure in the knowledge
I am too slow to catch them
and that their picket line
of bunnies will squeak
a warning

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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