The eagles leap off Challenges by an intruder Confront the threat they must.

The warbler sings So melodious its song Happiness so real.

The baby bird cries Mummy comes flying with food The language of love.

Oh crab poor old crab You will soon breathe your last breath Kingfisher rejoices!

The little tern hovers Awaiting the chance to strike For breakfast of champ.

The grey heron stands In knee-deep water it waits Patience is the key.

The fish flips in vain The heron has a firm grip It’s nature food chain.

Perched on a tall pole A black-shouldered kite is feasting Rat is the menu.

No one else but me Takes photos at the wetlands At the crack of dawn.

The darter takes flight Over the water it glides Witch of the wetlands?