The Pond’s Weird Sounds

A thin lid of ice held down the waves
But was just that thick you could skip stones,
Small ones, as if you meant to curl them,

Out on the shield for quite a long way
And hear the weird, sad ring the waves made.
(Yes, we know. Weird to you. Sad to you.)

Give the stone a flick to make it spin
And the ice would shrill and cry, half scream.
Two sad teens on the shore played to win.