nature play for mother's day

today, i took mother to lou emma lake for the

three o'clock start, trying our best

not to be late.  we mustn't be tardy- couched and

line cast at least ten minutes before the

start of the show.

 

you see, we had great seats to the performance

of nature’s latest play

(front-row-center, seats five and six a).

 

the turtles started it off, making us aware of

their presence early and often-

dancing 'round and 'round mother's bobber in a

well choreographed, synchronized fashion.

 

ma and paw goose, being fans of frolic,

were unable to remain in the mezzanine

and joined in-

three fuzzy goslings in tow.

 

the eldest of the thespians,

great blue heron did a magnificently quick

fly-by.  he was a stunning sight,

but gone too fast.  much too short a part,

left us wanting for more.

 

the fish, the stars we so hungered to see, finally

made themselves known through our

viewing of bubbles failing in flight- bursting 

just as they leapt from the water's surface.

 

however, still no tug-of-war

yet participated in.

uncooperative actors!

 

the kingfisher chimed in with a musical

number and showed off a bit-

deciding to perform magic tricks, like pulling

minnows from invisible spots just below the stage.

 

all the while, we were left waiting for

the grand finale - mother's fluorescent globe

taken under with an atlas-like

feat of strength, followed up with

a precise ballet performed by

bream, sunfish, or bass.

 

where were the principal players?  had they

gone on strike without us knowing?  rumor had

it that they had demanded better pay.

 

finally, after much negotiation and coaxing,

we reached a settlement and changed bait

from worms to gold; and

low-and-behold fish jumped from

the fold of water and into

my mother's waiting hands.

 

smiles all around-

an encore performance left us

feeling more than satisfied.

well worth the price of admission!

 

afterward, we politely applauded, we packed our

things, and made our way back to civilization;

calling it a day, all abuzz about our viewing of

nature's perfect play.