Midnight At The Pond Poem by Wolfgang Steinmann

Midnight At The Pond



The pond at midnight: in the reeds
the frogs were voicing loud their creeds
as if it was the place to strum
their vocal cords and beat the drum -
From time to time there was a pause
as if they waited for applause -
And then - a miracle of sorts -
a pair of mergansers reports
as if they could amidst this riot
keep their hearts no longer quiet.

(after: Gustav Schüler: Mitternacht am Tümpel)

Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: frog,funny
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