Down the Pond

My           eyes
  witnessed
         a
        blue
       bird and
        several
        butterflies circling
      my flowery backyard;
         azure was the sky.
            Blue is my heart
             now that they
               either stay
                  there, or
                         left.


The day is a carp diving down the pond.

A concrete poem about friends from childhood. This is also a practice with enjembment with the topic of animals. I did enjoy writing and arranging this very much. 

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