Day 210

July 29, 2021

More rain and a poem

I am still

Osprey flies over me

too quick for me to capture.

 

I wish I could soar

like that red headed vulture

 

Without the presence

of the prehistoric heron

the open pond water falls

prey to the bodies large and soaring

 

Kingfisher couple romp

just inside the dead trees

hopping above tall grasses

where dragonfly dwell

 

Are these the same 2 vultures

that past this way before?

Now there are five

A red tailed is soloing

 

Change is difficult 

Before the storm blew in, two adult herons visited, one perched high for a while, the other flew by and said hello.

Rain.

A ride to Warwick where more storms were brewing.  Roads are partially washed out and everything is wet, nothing dries.

I would love a small house by a lake.