Monday, October 26, 2009

Poem of the Week

The Swimming Bird

A funny looking bird poked his head up from the lake
before going under, swimming a few feet
and surfacing once again.

Looking for fish for his noonday meal
they avoid him by poking their heads
up above water right behind him
imitating his every move.

By the time the bird leaves the lake
and heads off for the bushes at twilight
the fish settle in their homes
until morning comes.

Copyright 2009 by Julie Kovacs.

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