by Jenny Leigh Hodgins 2009
Bird, tiptoe-ing on the grassy bank,
Then, in stillness, frozen like icicles pose,
Gaze fixed, as if distant, yet attentive and
Whish, off you go, as if on high-speed rollerblades,
Zipping across the mud, toward your favorite dinner,
Swoop! Scoop! Snatch!
Yum! With your catch in beak, off you bolt,
Outstretched wings, perfect flight across the ripples
Rolling outward from your dip and theft.
Blue lake left quietly shimmering,
Symmetrical, soft waves rolling gently,
Pushing green grasses to and fro,
As if waving farewell to a visitor long departed
Yet not forgotten…