The day breaks

The day breaks

Saturday, January 8, 2011

From My Shotgun Shack

from my perch
over looking Folgers Marsh
I watched
with abject horror
a kite boarder
using that fragile habitat
for mindless recreation
Watched as he struck
a Cormorant
never missing a beat
he kept on going
This morning I found that bird
wing ripped and useless
No longer able to feed
it will be meat
certain as the
Sun comes up
Soon it will be Duck season

This poem is for
That Kite Boarder

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