Croaking and quacking,
It’s quite a peaceful place to be
Just the wilderness around.
The frogs hopping around the water’s edge
With the sun shimmering off of the algae
However, through the croaks and quacks,
You could hear two quiet voices
Seeming to be arguing with one another.
Glancing over towards the bushes,
There’s a small toad
And a little duck
Having a waterside argument.
Over what though?
Unknown, but it seemed it was just their
Typical pond politics.
