Cool granite bench with celadon lichen
gently rocks under me.
Sun-warmed Spring Azure
rubs his lower wings rhythmically.
Mated pair of geese drown out
a camera club and the waterfall
. . . briefly.
Woodpeckers' aligned holes
for a giant's flute
slant along a hollow tree.
Only quiet enough to frighten wildlife,
not to see them
but to hear them
slide or splash into the water,
scream and dive under leaf litter
suddenly.
Wood frogs sound like ducks
(pleased with my knowledge)
but today they are
ducks
not wood frogs
(easy to fool me).
So when I return home
from sitting
I will look up the Spring Blooming Arbutus
to see
if it is.
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