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
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