Light emerges on Stoneman Lake.
I sit in quiet,
Waiting for life to occur.
Here comes Raven,
something large grasped in his beak,
Flying low - old show off.
The hummingbirds are
green and purple darts;
sugar-seeking missiles
launching an attack.
A long-legged heron,
siren draped in sleek blue velvet,
woos the water.
Nowhere are seen the lurking
animals whose tracks are sprinkled
on the muddy bank.
Hidden elk and deer
hunt me from tree shadows.
Raccoons fold their tiny hands
under pine needle pillows
and settle down to rest.
I hear a squirrel
laugh at my clumsy peeping -
unskilled, too noisy,
I don’t even know where to look.
But I am here,
on the morning lake -
awake and trying.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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