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Six strider legs dimple
the surface of a freshwater pond.
A black beetle falls
from the leaf of a swamp willow.
Ripples reach receptors in strider legs
that skate to the drowning mite.
Insect jaws crush beetle shell.
The surface of the pond is quiet again.
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I enjoyed this poem. The theme is a classic one in nature, but also a bit uncommon for poetry. I just have one doubt. You referred to the prey as a mite in one line, but a beetle in others.
