At the fountain in the ranges

Something stirred below the water
of a pool,
where a fountain splashes in.

There was no wind
and the long grass was motionless
and the branches of a sugar bush,
hanged somewhat protecting
over the pool

It was early morning
and the pool was still dark
and in its depths,
there were black spots
that stirred ominously.

When the day got brighter
a sunbird came to drink water
and looked time after time,
at its image on the water.
.
There were water beetles
that played in circles
and tadpoles, .
swimming up and down
and a dragonfly hanged suspended
above the water

Life was trapped for a moment
and out of the depths
a predatory fish appeared
and when the dragonfly touched the water,
it disappeared into the bill of the fish
and into the depths.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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