Uche's Tales

The Black Pond

One minnow, two minnows, a life-long bond,

swimming vividly in a crystal clear, blue pond.

Golden scales, so lively, glimmering so brightly,

like two doubloons in a wishing well, how sightly.

Two years have passed, one minnow has passed,

the cycle of life claims a prize, the other has outlasted.

The pond's gleaming blue darkens to a murky shade,

as the lone minnow swims with little effort to trade.

Scales of solid gold, degraded to rust, what a bust,

a single penny in its wishing well, collecting dust.

The murky blue waters, now a soup of pitch black

main ingredient, a still fish, movement quite a lack.

One minnow, one minnow, alone with no bond,

drifting along in a cold, harsh, black pond.