Oaks Bottom was our site on Saturday.
Two miles and a half of out and back,
between the rains, between the swamp and sway
of moss and lichen, on a muddy track.
The owls we requested were away,
but ducks were dipping down without a quack.
Blue herons graced our vista – awkward stalk,
as if the mud beneath them stalled their walk.

(Ottava Rima)