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......
Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2015
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