for the BLNWR birds

Common coots, and
eared grebes float on
benign white pillows
in mirrored miles
of sky surrounded by
lush marshes of cattail
and native grasses.

A wee marsh wren,
in knee high reeds,
eee-eee-eee-eee-eees
repetitive shrieks
to remind me
this is Its
set aside
wildspot,
not mine.

Everything quiets
in response to
its tirade,
until again
voices rise and call.

Imperceptible signals
or shifting winds
simultaneously
dispatch ample wings
to ride eddies
in dizzying dance.

A congregation in flight
screeches
praise and fury at
being wild and alive
in this wetland marsh
where people seldom tread.

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BLNWR stands for Benton Lake National Wildlife Refuge, it is north of town. My husband and I spent several hours there reading, writing, and listening this weekend.

Check out some more poetry on board the Monday Poetry Train.