The Hidden Pond

There's a little ribbon snake, Swimming in the hidden pond. To him it's one of the Great Lakes, Of his watery home he is so fond. He's swimming towards a lilly pad, Where sits a sleeping leopard frog. Dozing on her spongy bed, In the early morning fog. Dragonflys buzz all around, In the early morning light. They never get close to the ground, Once their gossamer wings take flight. Crickets chirp, and minnows swim, The hidden pond is full of life. Long legged spiders skip and skim, Perch cut the water like a knife. Another day on hidden pond, Grasshoppers leaping to and fro. Clinging to the cattails and the fronds, As the perch keep hoping, down below. 8/25/10 Alton Texas