When this cloudy city seems empty
With everyone catching some Zs
Or still asleep in campers or tents
Away from forest fires and fears,
To Elliston Park I go with my lens
Where the lake is just as empty
Except for two silent mergansers.
With everyone catching some Zs
Or still asleep in campers or tents
Away from forest fires and fears,
To Elliston Park I go with my lens
Where the lake is just as empty
Except for two silent mergansers.
On green, green grass, blackbirds and robins,
One showing off his fat, wiggling catch.
Up the trees, cheery red-winged blackbirds.
With a cacophony of songs and calls,
Squeaks, croaks and whistles,
Squawks, grunts and clicks.
From yellow-headed blackbirds
Like acrobats on poles and tattered cattails,
Like acrobats on poles and tattered cattails,
From house finches up fences and bare trees,
From coots and geese munching in the marsh,
While the lone stiff-tailed duck keeps watch,From grackles in trance-like gaze at the clouds
Praying to Anthus, Garuda, Horus, Kukulcan,
Or Troth, to put out Alberta’s raging wildfires.
MLJ/20/05/2023/LongVictoriaWeekend
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