There was a pond behind the cottage
The water murky and mysterious.

It was shallow and sunny when we got
There, we looked for fish through a mesh,
Spectators, bystanders in a trance.

I sat on the red pier, dangling legs,
While the ***** dug tiny tunnels.

The sun warming my eyelids, blinded,
We never saw the fish, but saw the fishing
Poles, saw the boats.

It was Sunday when we left, the mesh
Dewy with moist, the water level rising.

I never saw the fish, but I heard them.