Saturday, March 17, 2012

Maine Island Duck Family 2011

There had been more before,
The ducklings which play are now in four,
A coyote which lives behind the birch trees,
She’ll hide and hunt using the tidal reeds,
Three of her little pups sun on the trails,
Oh, those dirty sandy colored coats,
Glimmer like the boat sails,
That ocean around with its own drama,
Plays with these marshlands and leaves all to clamor,
Even the clouds drift about and never stay the same,
We will move about and paint and they will lay claim,
The mallards will feed and play and float all day,
Coyote can’t make a meal anymore for they know of her ways,
Their watchful and learned now too scatter with haste,
Where the deeper waters are a safe place,
And I've just scattered these colors the same way,
These expressionistic movements still beautiful I must say.