In the pond, by the temple,
both the catfish and the turtle
swim with their eyes a-goggle.
The turtles snap, the catfish leap,
as though awoken from a sleep
down at the bottom of the deep.
Not with a noise, but by the sight
of breadcrumbs cast, brown and white,
do they rise to take a full bite.
Even the seagulls make haste.
Mouths and bills come to taste.
Not one crumb goes to waste.
Animals know a crumb's value,
and sometimes we humans too.