Florida Nature

Upon the horizon, a vivid orange yet the darkness envelopes me like a cloak, I can hear the life return to this swamp though the air is so thick,I think I may choke This is South Florida, mid August the sweat from my body never ends, if there is a breeze here, I cannot feel it here in the swamp, I feel alive Movement to my right catches my eye moving slow, methodical,hunting, the Panther, prowling, silent doing what it does best,survive As I move within the glade, water everywhere this is the rainy season,when alligators thrive, when I come across a new menace,not native a Python, bulging, digesting it's prey I come upon a clearing,Pink Flamingos wade themselves on the hunt,silver fish,abundant, their beauty takes my breath away, what little breath left me from this heat A dock,old and worn by time and violent storms leads to a ancient shack, abandoned long ago, the daytime sounds of wildlife surround me as I take refuge within, a place to dwell I am one, a part of this swamp, wild as the life around me, I am home...... Wild Symphony......