Loss of Habitat
I watch the swaying brown tipped rushes
Against my cheek the gentle wind brushes
On quiet blue a dragonfly dips its feet
Landing where the sun and water meet
Blackbirds flash a wing of ruby red
Busy keeping a nest of fledglings fed
Bullfrogs with throaty voices call
Declaring their presence to one and all
Faint sound of traffic accosts my ears
As twilight descends and darkness nears
Saddened by the coming months of fall
This habitat destined to be a shopping mall......
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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