From My Shotgun Shack

Yesterday
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