Sliced Strawberries
Adorns my morning serving
Of honeys oats cherrios
My first spoonful
Energetically exploded
In my mouth
With the sweetness of nature
As my soul did
While squinting towards
The eastern part, of the wetlands
That graces my panoramic view
Of my enclosed patio
While having my breakfast.

The warm gentle sun
Is adjusting itself to
The baby blue clear sky above
This beautiful morning
Is promsing
To be a more then perfect
Spring to summer day
I hear
A barrage of distinct
Different bird calls
The cranes and eaglets
Are foraging elsewhere
Leaving me wondering
Whos is guarding their nest.

The female
Of a pair of resident hawks
Stopped her mournful calls
For her mate
Who is presently M.I.A
She carried on for two days
With a constant call
Perched high above, near her nest
I guessed, so her mate
Can find his way home
I haven't observed him
Since the first day
I heard her sad calls
He must have met
His untimely demised
While on aerial patrol.

A baby garden snake drifted
Into my patio enclosure
Causing some excitement
To my not too brave wife
So I came to her rescue
"The baby snake's that is"
I gently swept her
into a duster
as she struck and attempted
To bite the broom,
I released her
Back to her environment
Several feet away from my patio
Wondering
How she gained entrance
In the first place.

I finished my breakfast
As I was re-entering my house
To accomplished a list
Of daily chores, my wife
Had in mind
I heard the distinct
Echoeing calls of the sand cranes
Across a distance, within the swamp.


By: William Bonilla
03/24/07