(he/she) looms over the fishpond.
I walk through the kitchen maybe sixty? times a day, and stop dead in my tracks
seeing this out the window -
The leaf cover is down and they can spot the pond from way up above.
To save the fishes, there is wire over the pond. They can only look.
Another day, another one, perhaps younger -
a wraith-like figure wavering in the mist and rain, as if it could be be blown away.
We added a loose mountain of hardware cloth over the pond for added camouflage,
which seems to be working, no sightings this week.
A dove surveys the yard from this new vantage;
A gentle guardian and momentary king of the hill.
... And the golden treasure lies safe in the depths of the water: