Pardon me while I blow my own horn for a sec....

There are two writing prizes available at the university I attend - and I entered work in both, even though poetry really isn't my ~thing~ ..... figured I should do okay in the short story one, and would enter a poem just because - not expecting anything of it. 

Got email today telling me that my work was chosen as a finalist in both poetry and prose - there's a reading on Monday evening, at which the winners will be announced.  

 I've posted the poem before - one of my first ever - but in case you missed it, here it is again.

The sky is pinks and purples

with streaks of grayish blue;

reflected colours in the water moving

steadily towards the shore

disturbed only by the splash

of the large fish that taunts us daily

jumping always in the same area

of the lake, causing large ripples,

and attracting the attention

of the more adventurous of the ducks

that feed around their favourite dock

while the kingfisher watches from his post

on the wheel at the top of our boat winch

and the crane moves stealthily along the shore

leading with his long, slender neck

past the neighbour's golf course lawn

towards our own unkempt buffer zone

as the sky turns darker than

the unnatural pink of the water

before it fades into pink grey darkness

behind the high pitched whine of the frogs

and the swooping flight of the bats

who have decided that the sun

has signaled dinnertime.