In mid-stride, on the bridge,
a sunning newt caught my eye.
We looked long and hard at one another.
Before a bird swooped down for a tasty snack.
My newt dived down so deep
the bird missed the morsel it meant to eat.
I was glad and sad all at once,
as the bird had to hunt again for another lunch.
And my newt was put on high alert,
not relaxing and warming in the sun.
As I thoughtfully walked slowly on.
© 2022 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Pixabay
No comments:
Post a Comment