Poem: Leaf Muncher

Leaf muncher plunges into the winter coolness of the backyard pool,

25th December, day of no school.

A long vacuity conduit attaches it to the dipper-

It sinks to bottom and possibly stuck with waterlogged leaves under.

Its journey through the conduit to the sand filter-

below water-

It is trapped, possibly to falter.

Leaf muncher spins, blotched leaves clogged to drain,

but no matter,

It gulps, slurps watery leaves and again-

tackles to float to surface,

Once it swoops down into watery depths,

but it uses its own wake to propel-

and tries to lift up and up-

The air, it is about to inhale-

and marks its target one dried blossom-

to swirl up.

Rotted or dried up blossom?

Hush… It jumps up to a fence like a storm.

It is now out of water-

creeps like a lumpy creature.

From a football coach's helmet to his whistle,

it pings to set its move- free of hassle!

Like a kite's furrowed tail-

It swirls into baby's cradle.

Green Vs green,

It sucks up leafs, it dines with fine.

Leaf muncher hungers still-

It dives again into watery whirl,

No state of quivery-

It floats along with a leaf of Lilly!