Pond 05.22.07

The fish slip, slide and glide through the murky water of the pond.
It seems as though they do it effortlessly. They are weightless.
It's a constant game in this pond. Fish of all sizes chase each other in a never ending game of tag.
Dodging in and out of the slimey moss, tall reeds and floating debri.
Each rapid movement sends ripples across the surface of the water.

The bigger fish fall back into the mazelike structure of the reeds. Lurking, almost hiding as not to be caught up in the chaos.