Dark uninviting still waters
Over crowded with rainbows
Taking their chances
Their lot is not a happy lot
For they hunger for nymphs
And other insect larvae
Lakeside trees have seen it all
Before their shadows useful to
Hide under, the leaves offer hope
The skill is in the flick of the wrist
Where hungry hours may slowly
Drip drip by without any advice
Dinner is still silently waiting
Hiding in dark places, biding its time
Unaware of its fate
A well conveyed poem... Truly impressive....5 stars.... Bernard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is truly excellent piece....... thanks for sharing.......