At the Pond

Sun hangin' way up high Red-winged and brown thrasher flying by A cool, whispering breeze; renders sweet songs through the leaves Big mouths and cats a jumpin' Red-headed and yellow-bellied a thumpin' Big live oak towering nearby for a little shade Reaching over my shoulder for sweet sips of cold lemonade Sanguine transcendental thoughts that echo Sublime Reflections of Henry David Thoreau Soaking in all the sights, sounds, and relaxing fun No emails, phone calls, or traffic just a moment at the pond