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Hovering above the marsh,

the smell of low tide mud,

water ripples from breezes

blowing in, Southern wind.

Clear skies except for flat

bottomed fluffy clouds follow-

ing the route of the river.

Small waves making silly

splashing sounds as they

lap at discolored sands.

Blue crabs chase fat minnows

and they bully each other

back and forth, ebb and 

flow of sea nettle tides.

Sea gulls gossip and bicker

about flotsam and jetsam, of

human discards and discord.

I chase mosquitoes and gnats,

competing with sunset bats

while watching ospreys ascend

and dive shallow into green glass

waters, talons returning fish

to hungry chicks in nests of

broken limbs and sticks, marking

channels for pleasure boaters

and determined fishermen.

Boats trolling, lines casting

searching for something, some

prize catch to take home to

the Mrs.  Sunrays bringing

out the blush of blistered skin.

I dip, swerve, and bob, coming

back still, hovering mid-air then.

Until dusk falls and we return

to our roosts atop cat tails thin.

Waking up slowly with dewdrop

wings, taking flight as the Sun

rises again. Salty sea air, the

perfume that Nature shares.