Do you hear that?
A gurgle from the pond.
A deep bellow sending
Bubbled air to the water’s
Surface. What is that?
Looming in the murky muck.
Scales maybe? Or is the
Glassy water playing tricks
On my exhausted eyes?
Rummaging under
Lily pads and fallen leaves.
A fish or turtle perhaps?
I swear I saw its eyes.
Big and round with
Slitted pupils.
Limbs and fins,
I get a glance of
Its odd silhouette.
Was that a smile?
A malevolent grin?
I hope it wasn’t that.
The boat rocks gently.
Please don’t knock
Me from the safety
Of this oakwood vessel.