A goose comes in for a landing
upon the crescent lake,
and splits the reflections
of the moon and stars above.
A momentary respite from
the artificiality
of mankind’s crude attempts
to mimic natural beauty.
Does the goose know
that the lake, too, was man-made?
Or, maybe…
with the line between worlds
long since blurred,
they’ve become one and the same?
30/30 Challenge II Day 5 Prompt – a slice of the natural world
Tyler DeWriter 