Ducks and reeds
By Hugo D
Published 17 September 2024
The wind rustles my hair
I look at some reeds, one is curly, one is straight
one is bent, one went the wrong way
a pack of tadpoles dash around a reed, racing to be the first
ducks quack to each other
“watch out for the new wave, reeds ahead”
a fight breaks out, all take off
frogs croak from somewhere unknown
the wind rustles my hair