Waiting with wings folded and one leg tucked
My beak buried beneath my wing no sight
Is seen sleeping so soundly head so ducked
Only darkness surrounds me in daylight

Time standing still on one stilt near shoreline
Where n’er even a slightest hint of breeze
For smooth as glass reflecting deep and fine
Causes my green and brown image to freeze

A perfect camouflage blends with a hush
Near cedars clutching in a cleft of rock
No finer detail charms an artist’s brush
Nor is seen by any passing marsh hawk

Silence waits while nature blends together
Matching patterns made by perfect feathers