Grandma's Pond by Kaylee Finazzo

Wistful weeping willow branches sway

The pond I was so fond of now rots as our bonds fade

The marsh marigold now over comes you

The frail fall leaves disintegrate

Green algae, dark mud, tall cattails

Snap!

A large, slimy, and angry camouflaged snapping turtle

lunges for your toes

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