10/30 ECLOGUE ON A POND

Down by the savannah's browning grass

in the season's dearth of rain and dew,

there's a still pond of serene water

to all appearances lifeless but for a soft plop

at the centre where guppies break the water's skin

sending circles rippling across the surface

aided by a gentle, cooling noonday wind

or when a batty mamselle hovers, dips and rises,

hovers, dips and rises, like nearby bamboo

stems and leaves bending before the breeze.

And at pond's edge an apamate shows, then sheds

in showers, glorious heads of rose-pink and lilac flowers

from deciduous branches bared of green

where perched, a golden bellied little semp

trills its mating serenade to almost silence

even as a busybody honey bee buzzes
its anthem of industry, foraging nectar from floral

beauty of shrubs and trees and a bustling squirrel's 

bushy tail disappears inside a hole, its snug abode

within the bole of a blossom laden tree.

Something tells me there's an intruder here...

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