SHIRLEY — There are no “Wildlife Crossing” signs near Phoenix Pond, but some residents say maybe there should be.

If some drivers weren’t so heedless, one of them might not have hit and killed a duck a couple of weeks ago, said Darlene Harris, who lives at the pond’s edge on Phoenix Street.

During the work week, most traffic along Phoenix Street and adjacent Shaker Road comes and goes from the Phoenix Park business complex and MCI-Shirley, said Harris. But whatever their destination, people drive too fast by the pond, she said. She wants drivers to slow down, she said, and to stop for wild creatures crossing the road.

Her landlord, Reed Chesbrough, agrees. He said many pet cats have been lost to traffic in the neighborhood.

Harris added the duck to casualty list. The duck was one of a pair that migrated to the pond from a farm where a local boy had raised them, she said.

Drivers may not be aware as they cross the bridge at the intersection of Phoenix Street and Shaker Road that they’re passing through a small wilderness teeming with life. Ducks, geese and occasionally a beaver or woodchuck may meander across the bridge, said Chesbrough, who lived nearby as a child and used to swim and fish in the pond.

Now, he enjoys the view and the wildlife, especially ducks and geese, he said.

Besides the typical assortment of pond personnel — ducks, geese, frogs, red-winged blackbirds, beaver and turtles — denizens differ with the season. Flocks of Canadian geese stop over, a great blue heron has taken up residence, red-tailed hawks make frequent fly-overs, and a bald eagle has been spotted several times, said Harris and Chesbrough.

On a recent overcast day, the bridge was a good pond-watching vantage point, with a marsh on one side and open water on the other. Two young mallard ducks with resplendent green heads swam close on the tails of a couple of Canadian geese that live at the pond year round.

Chesbrough calls them Petra and Pierre. The two geese have injured wings and can’t fly away, he said.

Tiny and unsung as it is, Phoenix Pond should be a wildlife sanctuary, he and Harris said.

Birds flit through the trees around it. Water lilies dot the surface near its ivy-covered banks, where people come to fish for bass and trout. Across the water, a landmark rises like a picture postcard: the clock tower of the old Sampson Cordage factory where Chesbrough’s parents once worked. Abandoned for years, it lives again as Phoenix Park.

Pointing to an old trestle bridge that leads to Devens, or used to, he said there was once a dam there.

A fish jumped, flashing like silver on the quiet surface of the water. A crane splashed through the shallows, then spread its long wings and soared like a silent white glider.

In the marsh, some geese huddled in a floating circle. A beaver cut a watery wedge as it swam to a grassy hummock.

Across the bridge, a big beaver lodge shadows a shoreline.

The pond-watchers didn’t exaggerate the natural wonders of this hidden gem of a place.