At Home in the Meadow
by Harry Carr
Running the dirt roads, we have Killdeer galore.
Inviting you in to visit our store.
An exhibition of wings,
Nature's prairie offerings.
Nestled in the taller grass,
Not so brash, but also bearing wings,
Meadowlarks and bobolinks,
Astrally swooping, these fine things.
Lurking overhead a hunt is on.
The harrier stalks its prey.
Swooping down fast, but the ground squirrel escapes,
He will not be dinner today.
Following on the backs of sheep,
Invasive starlings hold sway.
Looking for a meal and a free ride,
As there swarming mimics clouds today.
And here I am again,
Sharing this farm prairie with friends.
Hoping that someday soon this will be,
A more proximate model of the tall grass prairie.