Evening Song

by Agnes Clarke

The lapping water tinkles by

To its source beyond the sun

While in the pond a gathering

The evening has begun


Ears tuned for sound and eyes aglow

In chorus the male voice loudly calls

The husky sound of mating

Inviting ladies to the ball


Felix plays the tambourine

Held with webbed feet oh so tight

While Jonny toots the old French horn

To make music in the night


Sally’s guitar has lost a string

But play it she will try

While Willy slaps his muscular hip

And water splashes high


In shades of green skin shining moist

The ladies arrive on que

Gently hopping from pad to pad

No predators here on view


Tapping with mystical gusto

The band leader strikes his pose

While large eyes watch in wonder

The concerto music ebbs and flows



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Writers Bio

I have been writing poetry for quite a few years

I enjoy the challenge of creating my verse especially from pictures

I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married to John for 53 years

I am a retired housewife and grandmother to Jacob and Jesse

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by Rolando Garcia

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by Lynn White

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