The pond fish play water polo
with a fallen Rose of Sharon flower.
They push and pull,
nibble and bite as the folded,
pink flower moves closer
and closer to the skimmer.
Who will be the winner?
In it goes.
Which team won?
Nobody knows. No fin raised in victory;
no high fives;
the pond fish go on with their pond fish lives.
Wait. They all take a victory lap
around the pond.
No competition. It’s D’Artagnan and
Musketeers all — all for one and
one for all
when the pond fish play ball.