These are Strange Wetlands
There’s a log inside my blog
Where we find a murky bog
There’s a little frog that listens
On a lily pad that glistens
There’s an empty grocery cart
With an egret perched on part
There’s a mystery to be solved
Or a story to be told…
These are strange wetlands!
There’s a mosquito in a net
Bloody bites it will forget
Inside this tiny flying syringe
Of an ecosystem, old and hinged.
There’s a fen full of sedge
And a snake sunning on the ledge
And he’s hissing a secret
But who here can hear it?
Is it skeptical of skeletal remains?
Mechanical, man-eating sharks in a bay?
Two excavators abandoned in the mud?
Invasive alien species starting to bud?
These are strange wetlands…
More strange wetlands make their way
On the Compleat Wetlander each Friday.
