Poem of the Week

The Swimming Bird

A funny looking bird poked his head up from the lake
before going under, swimming a few feet
and surfacing once again.

Looking for fish for his noonday meal
they avoid him by poking their heads
up above water right behind him
imitating his every move.

By the time the bird leaves the lake
and heads off for the bushes at twilight
the fish settle in their homes
until morning comes.

Copyright 2009 by Julie Kovacs.

Poem of the Week

By the Lake With a Heron

Sitting by a lake
sharing lunch with a snowy heron
munching on a tuna fish salad
evergreens shadow the bushes
where the birds sleep at night.

Paradise was never more peaceful
a lover and her beloved sitting on the grass
in front of the clouds forming a wall against the sky.

Copyright, 2009. Julie Kovacs