On Seeing Moorhens And Coots Poem by Francis Duggan

On Seeing Moorhens And Coots



Like dark corks amidst the windblown waves they keep bobbing up and down
The moorhens and their cousin coots in the big lake near the town
From water they never venture far they swim and dive for their acquatic prey
They are born to be water birds Nature made them this way
Either searching for insects by the lake shore or swimming one sees them every day
Their larger cousins swamphens from water further tend to stray,
Moorhen and Coot seem different in their appearance and shrill cry
Sedentary birds or so 'twould seem one seldom see them fly
In the cool days of September when songbirds nest and sing
Their tiny dark young like feathered balls with them on the lake in Spring
We tend to take for granted the lovely things we see
In Nature on the waterways and on land and bush and tree
In the shallows of the big lake bordering the rural town
Like dark corks amidst the windblown waves they keep bobbing up and down.

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