8 January, 2019 by katelaity
I chanced upon a small Person
Who was staring at a Puddle.
So intently did they gaze in it
I mused: Must be in a muddle.
Inquiring what was sought down there
The Person turned quite pale.
It seemed that in those shallow depths
They had once glimpsed a Whale.
Do not laugh! The sight was grim
And long horror prevailed.
I lingered there in hopes that I
Might glimpse the fearful tail.
A Puddle you might think as small
Reflecting only blue,
But I am here to tell you—‘ware—
The Puddle gazes into you!
So careful when you see a splash
Of rain that’s pooled together.
You may find a Whale—or worse!—
In that sort of Weather.
[Image via the British Library, of course]