leaving hills of snow to warm cove,
seeking respite from city strife
to discover birds unexpected,
wood stork, so ugly, yet resurrected,
out of the swamp, ungainly and alive,
a sharp contrast to sleek blue heron,
hunters both, their relentless quiet blaring
through what peace we could contrive.
Wood Stork (Florida, 2003)
Great Blue Heron (Florida, 2003)
With special thanks to those poets at OctPoWriMo 2020 and Morgan Dragonwillow for inspiring us all. Today's poetic form is Nove Otto, with rhyme scheme of aacbbcddc. Enjoy this glance back to an unforgettable trip from Philadelphia in the winter to a month in Florida, where I nearly stepped on a crocodile!
Beth you must stop smiling at crocodiles...do try to remember the words of the song:)
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