Home in the reeds.
Swaying sentinel. Wings out. Fire bright.
Warm orange heart and Fierce red soul.
Floating crisp black, just above the green
Hickory brown, pebbled blue
Hidden treasures to protect
Will you ponder the endless blue above?
or may eyes search only for threat
Can you taste the grey white clouds?
or must duty hold you tightly bound
Peer down between the cattails
Strange eyes only see
Winter's dead brown mixed in tall growing grass
Brittle dusty debris, jumbled sweet greens
lines trace and forms dance, quietly rustling
fragile feathered mama
precious growing eggs
Ah. I see your soul, little black sentinel
Such a duty
settled on sun bright shoulders
Such a beauty
I know little of love if I do not love you.