Just Water, and a Place to Hide
A journey of survival begins
Just Water, and a Place to Hide
Tadpoles stir in the puddled shade,
slipping through weed like a whisper made,
black commas wriggling, bold and small,
each one dancing to nature’s call
No legs yet, just a sweeping tail,
alive in a world too damp to fail
they cluster close in muddy streams
curled in the heat of summer dreams
No need for wings or polished show,
they’ve got the current, soft and slow
soon enough, they’ll lose their spin,
grow strong legs, then hop within
But here they are, just dots with grace,
sliding quiet from place to place
no questions asked, no rush, no pride,
just water, and a place to hide
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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reminds me of being a kid and going to Kelowna