Voices on the Wind
by Wilda Morris
Your voice wakens the wetland each spring.
You click and reclaim your special spot,
a restaurant rich with potential for seeds,
insects, worms, snails, spiders and small frogs.
When the females return, you will fluff
your epaulet feathers, sing your oak-a-lee
and whistle to attract mates. All summer
you will fill the wetland with sound.
Your spouses will chatter and scold, chit,
chit, chit. Your chicks will chirp for food.
But it is your voice I hear in winter dreams,
your daily concerts I eagerly await.