| About the author: | Winner of the International Library of Poetry's Editor's Choice for her competition entry published in A Quiet Storm, prolific writer and poet Kaye was born in 1973 and grew up in and around Leicester. As a long-term vegan and travel addict her poems often reflect her travels through life. With several hundred poems published and/or self published worldwide Kaye is beginning to expand her writing to include reviews, articles and short stories. |
My parents have a wonderful garden, with an absolutely fantastic pond in it. Well, it's really two ponds linked together by a little steam, with a waterfall at one end and a little fountain at the other. My Dad has every right to be proud of it, after all he built it. When I was still living at home my Dad had convinced my step-mother that we should have some fish in it, which was quite an achievement as Julie has developed a pathological hatred of all living things that aren't plants or humans over the years. We soon acquired a selection of goldfish, koi carp, tench, which were rarely seen as they disappeared down to the bottom of the pond and were only seen for special occasions such as weddings, funerals, pond cleaning and the like, but the most entertaining fish we had were the black moor. I'm fairly certain that the mother of the two black moors that Dad had bought had been over familiar with a lemming, they were beautiful fish but they lacked a certain something. Well two certain something's really, any resemblance of intelligence, and they certainly had no common sense. The black moors were kept in the top pond, along with the tench, and the koi carp kept in the bottom. Mainly because the koi carp tended to bully everything else when they were in a good mood, and eat everything else when they were in a bad mood, which was most of the time really. However the black moors were not happy with the deluxe residence that my father had provided, and with a defiant sense of stubbornness, and a curiosity that had leads certain feline creature astray they decided to move. It was either that or the tench were even more anti-social than we had previously believed. | 
