Party at the Pond

There’s a natural little spring at the end of my street,
where I often love to wander and have a sneaky peep.

There’s a party at the pond, it happens all the time,
when heavy rains subside and the sun begins to shine.

Common birdlife flock to this outdoor cabaret,
striking up a chorus, in celebration for this day.

Maggies alert the others in warbling chit and chatter -
Crows respond by cawing, they understand the natter.

News is screeched by cockatoos to parrots and galahs -
Butcherbirds and Honeyeaters sing their la la la’s.

Black ducks freely quack and waddle in their cluster -
Distinguished collared Shel ducks, honk to join the muster.

Tweeting sounds of Silvereyes fetch a softer voice -
Ibis step with elegance, partaking with rejoice.

Frogs croak their loudest in hope to lure a mate -
Eager turtles raise their heads, aiming they’re not late.

Forget about rehearsal, at this pond’s great event,
for wildlife needs no practice, they sing with true intent.

A smorgasbord of beetles and insects is in sight,
birds alert each other, sharing nature’s delight.

Worms commence to surface from sodden muddy ground -
Grass is moist and juicy, where morsels can be found.

Sustenance aplenty, thanks to heaven’s skies,
providing native fauna with nourishing supplies.

There’s a party at the pond, it happens all the time,
when heavy rains subside and the sun begins to shine.