Winter cracks; revealing a new
Layer to existence.
Nor does it stop there! Which iced lid
Sun forcibly back-slid
On what flaps down on, thin-sheeted
Has a metallic sheen
Beneath its own rippling surface
Part concealed is this place.
Head-leant into, but not too far
For what's too fishy slimed.
With jar to fil, curious-eyed
Of the tadpole-swam, spied.
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