Everything
is flooded
the
visiting geese delighted
after
so many days of
raucous
March rain
Down
in the hollows
the
incoming mallards are
arguing
the inconstancy of this
small
fieldpond
While
out by the Connecticut
riverbanks
awaken
Egrets
and Blue Herons summoned
by
the river’s siren song
Well
below swift waters
fish
contemplate copulation
Frogs
call in the night
small
ones squirm within egg sac
As
somnolent turtles
press
up from enbanked depths
And
in nearby fields
Red
Wings rush in
claiming
their new neighborhood
with
a flash and a song
(P.S. Of course fish do not copulate, but what is to stop them from the contemplation?)
(P.S. Of course fish do not copulate, but what is to stop them from the contemplation?)
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