There's a pond in the field next door
A murky pool of mystery
Where this story does unfold
To reveal it's tragedy
Crusty crawdads in their caves
Stir the mud of centuries
Schools of silver minnows swish
Iridescent jeweled fish
Tadpoles and turtles twist and turn
Deep in the mire and the muck
Cloudy waters swirl and churn
To see how long they can stretch their luck
Lady Heron swoops so low
Gliding swift and silently
Sets her sights on the banks below
Where she lands with graceful ease
Not a ripple on the murky pond
Not a shadow not a trace
Not a single feather floats
To give a way her hiding place
All the fish in the little pond
Don't do anything at all
Intertwinin' and shimmerin'
No idea of what's to come...
