Through our suburban neighborhood

the creek, Wolf run, ripples and winds

welcoming waders, watchers, and wanderers

Years ago, our son, ten then

splashed through the riffles, barefoot on slick rock

through our suburban neighborhood

One rainy day, a coyote, fur grey as drizzle

sat sentry by a groundhog hole; waiting watching

the creek, Wolf run, ripple and wind

Walking along the creek, past bench and bridge

we see a blue heron staring with one keen eye; he dips his beak

welcoming waders, watchers, and wanderers