Life in the Marsh

Where are all the living things
as the open water tails off at the catwall;
a bloom or two and a bird run through
sprightly back to daylight darkness

Such is the home for me
at the behest of mucky moderate depths
intrepidity and winter will reveal a bit
but most stays out and thrives alone

Fear not, for the toad and salamander company
keeps the insects in the mouths of the hungry
and pages torn from books 
disappear to feed new trees