And Their Son

Croaking. Splashing.

There are trees all around.

Straight on–Bark,

Above–Leaves.

In the in-between,

A precious, personal pond.


Mirky. Dirty.

Loaded with lives.

Frogs and fish,

All laughing about.

They laugh too,

the young family, and their son.

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