Yellow-eyed and awkward walking, <br />Head a-bob, the air shaped blackbird, <br />glossy in the morning glimmer, <br />timid, tastes the lake-shore rim. <br />Still suspicious, sidelong glancing, <br />hops a few more steps, like dancing. <br />Gulping now the lapping water, <br />trusting in the mountain morning, <br />flinging water from her feathers, <br />bathing with her plunging beak, <br />for a moment startled standing, <br />then retreating up a tree, <br />calling out her old suspicions <br />over walking, water-wading me.<br /><br />Steven Silent Wolf<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pinecrest-a-m/
