The pond decided
to go mountain
climbing one day.

So out of
no where it just
wiggled away.

The swan
was sleeping
during that time.

So there
was mystery
mating with horror
in her eyes.

When she
saw that the pond
was gone.

Her eyes a
deep shade
of kiwi fruit.

The wind
whispered
about how the
pond drowned.

She fought
back a dam
of cuss words.

She felt
like there was
nothing she
could do.

She shoved
her head in
her feathers like
as if it was
a curtain.

The people
walking by were
completely
unconcerned.

After they
left the trees
bowed to her.

They held a
counsel as to how
long she’d last.