The Old Man cormorant
Firmly perched on the
Half-submerged trunk
Spreads wide open its wings
As a last salutation
To the late rays of the sun
Catching the last heat of the day
Before retiring for the night.
Swanee, the black swan,
Is still holding her nest
Siting high in the reeds waiting
For her new brood to emerge
Flexing anxiously her neck
To follow our passing by
On the weedy bank.
HMS, the pelican is back
And silently scours the water
In search of a late snack,
Motherly, Goosey
Strategically placed on the weir
Is honking for the late ducks,
Calling everyone to bed.
Just a normal evening
On the neighbourhood creek
Settling down for the night.
Good night, sweet dreams.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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