The many shades of Pond

By now you should know that I adore this pond.

 I listen to its soothing flow out my window

 day in and day out,

and sometimes

I go outside just to look at it.

It has seen every season,

fall leaves swimming through it

and early winter veneers of ice.

 And even when the snows covered it,

it kept life busy, underneath.

The spring came and the trees rained down fluff,

 and the pond caught it

 and swirled it to itself.

I loved this pond so much,

I added a bird feeder above it

 and strung up some lights,

ready for a peaceful summer

(when the power washers are not next door at least...)

So the other day, 

when I went out to think deeply about the lily pads,

and noticed some other kind of debris had fallen from the sky,

causing the lily pods to glitter with nature, I thought:

How nice, nature having itself a moment.

Then, I looked up.

And I--so innocent, so sweet--thought with delight,

"Finally, the birds have begun to enjoy these treats!"

And then.

I looked closer. My hands flew to my hips.

'Twasn't no leafy debris littering my lily pads,

and 'twasn't no bird that emptied that bird feeder.

'Twas instead of the kin of:

Bradley. Bradley Jr.

Luckily for him,

hovering over my pond is one of my new favorite activities...