The birds cry out
  warning away
All who would come
  to the shore
Playing on the lake
  vanishes like ripples
One perches and lists
  objections to my presence
"In my space," it cries
  puffed up and terrible
Then flies away,
  the chickadee lands
Bluebirds play the line
  on shore the shy otter
Slips back to slide
  the bank back, safe
A morning disturbance
  then back to peace