High pitched, fast talking kids

are birdlike with chatter

in the woods                               

surrounding the lake.

Human chickadees.

Those swimming

churn like piranhas.

 

I am older

move slowly, a heron.

Compadres in the woods

sound like owls

make dolphin ripples

in the water.

 

And I’m lost in my head

at Lost Lake because

I’m writing a poem

about nature

for the poetry marathon.