At The Lake's Edge Poem by JDC LeDrew

At The Lake's Edge



At the lake's edge where the marsh air hangs
With heavy scents of fall.
I saw him there, about his haunts,
Where blue kingfishers call.

Beneath the yellow oaks he raged
With fiery eyes that burned.
I saw his great and swollen neck
And much about him learned.

There in the dusk, the water birds
They cried their parting song.
But he just blew and tore the grass
As though it done him some great wrong.

So when the winds began to scream
He scarcely paid them heed.
On past the late fall apple tree
He never stopped to feed.

The path, though not the safest way
He boldly sought and took.
And when he struck his rival, foe,
Half of the woodland shook.

So from the trees I watched their strain
With wonder at the reason,
That some great order should proclaim
This be the rutting season.

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