Diana Hendry's response to the question posed by her poem no doubt charmed Ruaridh, but should appeal to imaginative folk of all ages.

It was written in response to last year's National Poetry Day theme of water.

WHAT IS THE POND DOING?

(for Ruairidh, who asked)

Wobbling like wobbly jelly

Being a bucket for the rain

Sending flash-backs to the sun

Cheeking the sky

Giving the moon a bath

Letting swans, ducks and winter leaves ride on its back

Licking the lollipop reeds

Pretending to be soup for the wind to stir

Growing stinky skunk cabbages

Drawing wheels and circles then rubbing them out

Plopping slopping slurping spinning

Turning the weeping willows happily upside down

Dreaming of running away to sea

Hiding under a starry blanket of dark

What is the pond doing?

Ponding. Responding.