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......