The cordial sun doth greet the afternoon;
The clouds like barges roll along the breeze;
Across the walkway- pretty petals strewn;
Their green replacements trembling in the trees.
And on the pond a careful mother loon
Doth guide her chicklets round the shore with ease
Her mate- he follows, close behind, attune,
Lest foe or danger their dear young ones seize.
Although the chicks are delicate at best,
They learn how they should go about their way
And how to catch a fish and make a nest
So they can rest their heads at close of day.
I too, am in my home a meager guest,
For in my little nest, I cannot stay.
