Poetry Month: City Pond 10 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

It's Tuesday and time for a little Slice of Life.  Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for hosting this community.  Join the conversation here

Yesterday as I headed home for the day, I noticed the egret was back at the city pond.  I pulled over to take a closer look, only to realize there wasn't just one egret; instead, I counted ten egrets surrounding the small pond.  As I tried to get a picture without scaring them away, I took a look around the pond at the activity all around.  The blue heron, noticing my approach, glided from where he had been resting, to the other side of the pond.  I noted the cormorant had returned to the area with a few friends.  As always, the geese were everywhere.  How does this small pond support so much activity?

One pond hosts
the white egret
poised near the shore
positioned for a catch.

A gaggle of geese
floating on rippled water
passing the time
before evening.

In its shadows,
the blue heron
tall and majestic
stands, cautiously observing.

A gulp of cormorants
soars and rests,
soars and rests.

Though apartments and houses
surround it,
paradise is found,
in one city pond.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018


  1. It really is amazing how much life this pond supports, and so close to an apartment complex, where I would imagine there are lots and lots of people. I especially love the fourth stanza. A "gulp" of cormorants. And then the repetition. It feels really good on my tongue!

  2. Look how much you saw...when you stopped to really look! And yes, like Carol, "a gulp of cormorants!"


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