Water noises:

I am watching a fish
Who flits from rock to rock
Like a chickadee,
In the crevices finding hiding places
And something to gape at.
The current against
The rounded, pounded rocks
Laughs as the sparrow hops from
Stone to stone,
As the swallow sings his song
Inside the shadows.

Sky noises:

There is, not far above,
A tiny warbler,
Yellow and daring and loud
Whose trek brings him
Down among the reeds and stones.
For a moment he is silent
And singular, a marshall or
Sentinel of the water,
Glaring at the silvery fishes
And silvery moss.
When he sings again,
It is raucous, vibrant,
An interruption of the creek song.