Monday, March 8, 2021


The pond stood up out of a hole and left behind the mud and cattails. It stumbled and sloshed with every step. A puddle stuck to each footprint it placed. There were some fish in the moonlight circling inside of the pond. It was careful though not to be seen. It wanted to be quiet. It walked on tip toes, as gracefully as it could. Some more water spilled. It was like two people carrying a heavy aquarium.

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