The icy cold water drips from the icicle d house. 
Drop. Drop. Drop.
Melting then refreezing again when it hits the ground 
They form a hard round pool of ice. 
An skating rink for mice. 
A slide for birds.
A mirror for the sun.
And I watch.
Rainbows as icicles.
Rainbows as droplets.
Rainbows as a pool.
Rainbows again, as ice.
And I watch.