Ringed Plover

There she was, the ringed plover bird, A gentle sight to see, For something new had just occurred, Not one life now, but three... Two new-laid eggs kept warm and safe, If I showed some respect, Observing still a mother's faith And wouldn't interject... And so I hardly moved at all, No thought to harm a soul, Transfixed by life's great miracle, I maintained self-control... I felt a warming in my heart, To think I'd memorise The gratitude such sights impart, As if each were a prize... And then I gently walked on home, To muse on what I'd seen, For new life stirs each time I roam, If I don't intervene... It's up to me, to choose God's love, His kindness to enforce, His foremost rule proves quite enough... Let Nature take its course... Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2015. Poem based on the magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.