2024 May 17 Dark Morning

 The sky is still dark. The yard is completely quiet except for a Swainson’s Thrush making those eerie echo songs. There is no trickle sound from the pond. The pond is extra dark and the fountain is tilted . No fish to welcome me. I go by the chickens to let them out, but they choose to stay in. 

Walking back toward the house, I see a dead fish in the path. A predator must have gotten it. The rain I’ve been asking for starts pounding down, so I go inside. From the window I can see our favorite big fish under the picnic table. Who killed all of the fish and just left them sit there? 

And now I just got a text that two teachers are out. I won’t have any breaks at work today. Wtf. I’m going to go bury that fish in the rain. 

Edited it add: I don’t know if this is good or bad. I picked up the big fish and he started moving. I threw him back in the pond. Not looking good but alive.