"Spring On The Island"
I hear their whistles,
the wild birds that call the island home.
Hidden from view by the tall grasses they are
Sun baked during summer,
spring now finds shallow rain ponds alive
with fiddler crabs.
A haven for noisy seagulls, they seem misplaced
in fresh waters, while performing courting rituals.
Watching tall willows sway in rhythm,
I see a shadow
moving over brown "cat-tail" tips.
A Snowy White Egret suddenly lands,
and stands statue like,
ankle deep in marsh sludge.
A black crow in almost
barks and hops toward a shiny attraction.
A tin can,
half buried in a mud grave is the
object of curiosity.
All sharing the earth in a peaceful coexistence,
even I was allowed a place to stand.
Have a blessed day.....
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