The Killdeer takes short running steps
in the grasses of Wyoming, reminiscent
of the Sand Plover on the beach
a sandy shore sparkling in the sun
singing their short high pitched song
creeping stealth but hesitating
then stopping to take in their
grassy surroundings
this they do each day routinely
as I take my walk in the heat of day
the winds gusting around me
that threaten but do not sway
for the scenery is new to me
a visitor here, as I admire contrasting
greens with that of the red clay earth
touched by iron oxide in Nature
in a landscape seeming barren, lacking
stretching toward the horizon line
is still teeming with life unseen
beauteous if you but take time to see
© June 2021 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
There’s a strong sense of place here Renee, of you walking in the landscape learning the habits of the birds. A lovely poem.
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Thanks Andrea. I am glad you like the poem. I so love anything in Nature and loved these quirky little birds. Hope you are well.
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Beautiful creation, first of all, Renee! And yes, the desert holds so much beauty! Though I will say, desert lover that I am, it was a brutal transition from the saturated landscape colors of Hawaii to the muted shades of New Mexico’s high desert. Yet I am in love with it all. ❤
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Thank you, Bela. I have been in many desert areas during my life but all …as most things do in Nature…differ (as you know) one from another. I love hotter climates but would have difficulty (at this time in my life due to being on blood thinners) adjusting to being in one on a regular basis. But I love all of Nature nonetheless. Take good care.
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I know you do! And luckily, not every place is meant for everybody! 😉💕
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