The reflection


Trees fling their leaves about

swaying to the storm’s drumming

upon the surface of the pond

A duck nibbles unhurriedly

at a weed

Clouds flee erratically

Loose dust swirls in funnel-like shapes

dry twigs haggle with ruined nests

The duck wades towards a promising ripple

gentle as ever

Rain starts- a meek drizzle

swelling into large, liquid,

popping pockets

The duck shakes off the water droplets

throwing its head back

it gobbles down a juicy snail.

A plain duck that never read its fairy tale.

©Reena Prasad 3rd Sept 2012

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