Small Habitats...Repost
In the marsh the cattails sway,
Brave brown brushes standing tall.
Feet firmly planted in their muddy bed..
Giving shelter there to big and small.
Here the blackbird builds his nest,
A flash of red his sudden gift.
Amid the stalks the ducklings hide,
In tender down they gently drift.
Upon the bank the turtles bask,
From hibernation at last set free.
Like dinner plates of every size
Free to rest and grow.. and be
Here the otter plays among the reeds
Playful creatures, swift and sleek
Whiskers pointing east and west
Quiet shelter is what they seek.
On this earth a small habitat like this
Must be a sacred protected place.
For creatures that have no speaking voice..
We must stop the earth from loosing face.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009
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