NaturesOde

 

  He comes out to a big rock.  Warming the cold bloods.  Eighteen footer.  Gator.  Scar  slashes  mar  The  sides  just  Before hind legs.  Trap? propellor?  Off to  right  side of  Fifteenth hole.  Ball  retrievers  must be careful.  Heard of  three  in  The last season  Getting nipped.  One badly, a Staffer.  Shoulda  known  better.  The  bumpy  bastard regarded  By me  these  last five years.  Right here.  Stream must have  offered   Enough fish, snakes  Raccoons, skunks  Wandering dogs, ducks.  And  sweet  irrigation.  For the old Guy…  Out of the corner  Of his eye  Always it seems.  Giving me the hunter-look  Unless I mistook.

 

  I don’t know his lifespan Stretched in the sunshine Card table top By the window. Cottage is ours For ten days. Lyn is off teaching for the summer. I have the same from the store. Except a meeting next Tuesday In Town. Bug here on the table flies. Does he have appointments. A mate? Resentments from past rivals? Children that will Recognize him? Will he see the sunrise Tomorrow? Or fall to a cold floor. Destiny done? Long abdomen, six legs. Shimmering wings, lengthy. Does his composite eye See 50 images of me? Of that salt shaker? So much done, invented For the little gaffer Who has only a couple of days. To graduate, replicate, fascinate. And then drop, crinkle and Turn to the etherial. His Maker scratching  His head for the next good idea.

  Feels like coming back From Bay trip. Eye-balling Dear red and white Doing its main thing.  Welcoming, fluttering happily. Pride and safety bursting From inside. Maple Leaf, our Emblem dear. And all will see. Here’s CQE.

So easy to enter Not far CQE And a venture For young-uns And a delight for me. There’s the entrance Madonna And the high cliffs for sport Fresh air and the best  Of sleeps. And the beaver’s report. Night time sky All a-sparkle Shooting star just by chance. And a campfire short story. This the Northland’s  Romance. https://www.poetry.com/poem/151545/mccrae-lake-overnight

  We  are  out all morning  Watching, waiting.  Leviathan is out here  Whining,  dining  deep down.  But a sighting  Ours to own?  Sea  birds  frequent a spot.  Plummeting  Small fish for Lunch.  But what  brought  them up high?  Needn’t  wonder  why  Leviathan.  Then a hush  Waters open a touch  Comes a form  Prehistoric like Job.  Twisting,  undulating   Barnacle robe.  He has come for the Sun  And some Air.  Brotherhood re-invented.  There.