Playa lakes and puddles formed,
in the days after the storms.

Frogs eggs laid, tadpoles quickly,
on the edge, the mud is sticky.

Blue Herons stalk the wide shallows
bringing death like from the gallows.

Sandhill Cranes with their red caps,
eat fresh grass shoots with quick beak snaps.

Cottontails and jackrabbits drink,
here comes a skunk with all its stink.

A tractor comes and critters scatter,
how could they not with all that clatter.

Conveniences and machines of man,
make life hard out on the land.