By a Pond
There couldn't be anything more profound
Than the sight I see by a dreary pond:
Skies, storms, lakes and magnificence. A bond
Between swans, ugly-ducklings and the sound
Of beauty in the cold. Flocking around
Are the sparrows, crows and wild birds, who're fond
Of my property. Taking out a wand
Of wondrousness. I throw a single pound
Onto streams of marvel and wish in deep
Prayers for success; with caution, appeal
To birds to do me justice. Then I weep
In depths of looming silence. I shall feel
Compassion for the hungry. They can keep
The bread I give. With it grace do I seal.