there is a rustle in the air
like curtains being drawn on a still morning
a small white ribbon of ibis
scatter through overgrown cypress
mossy stones crowd brackish water
with silver fish that dart around ancient
lily pad leaves turtles bask in late afternoon sun
and all around life is humming
as locusts chant their urgent melody
there is a slight balmy breeze that carries
a familiar scent a message for the creatures in this scene
the florida panther our queen is on the prowl
and she is very hungry
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