Wakodahatchee Wetlands
The trees were filled with herons
On a branch or in a nest.
To see the babies being fed
And squawking was the best.
Some other birds were sitting
On a batch of eggs, bright blue,
While alligators poked their heads
From water, like they do.
Assorted ducks and feathered friends
I couldn’t really name
Were flying yon and thither
To the birders’ great acclaim.
My visit to the wetlands
I was sorry had to end,
But mostly ‘cause I toured it with
A dear and much-missed friend.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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