Sunning
by Dorothea Barth
(Vallejo, CA)
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!
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