by Dorothea Barth ©2008
Though camouflaging with the floating log,
Reptilian roundness cannot quite disguise,
As morning rays break through the morning fog,
Two traveling turtles sun and socialize;
Devoted ducks seek comfort from beyond,
Alight upon the unassuming ark,
Suspended in the sleepy greenlit pond,
Suffused with algae in a golden park;
Now silver feathers, watchful wings alight,
A solitary heron’s sweeping surge,
Logbound toward a favored landing site,
Claims from the fleeing ducks their precious perch;
At noon no sunning birds afloat remain,
A transformed log, a seven-turtle train!
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.