8 May 2008
An osprey screeches.
Wait on rippling lake
Companioned by a solitary
In the land of the heron’s wing.
Kachucka, kachucka. The shutter
Occasionally, wind-bent grasses
On shore, the criss-crossed ripples
At the hour when the morning-dove sings.
The swallows dart all a-this way and
Like mice being chased by an aerial
Tempered sun beats quietly on camouflage
Sitting in somber solitude.
Curtain’s up. Enter egret, speak a
Bow and exit left. You’re just in
For the lark’s soliloquy
From the front row of nature’s stage.