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Thursday, April 6, 2017
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
owl be seeing you
A cringeworthy knock knock joke to begin
A prosaic list of locations that follow
A sorry excuse for a poem
A written record to assist memory in later years.
Owl be seeing you as I remember Florida
Barred owls and burrowing owls in January
Great horned owls in February and March
So many owls everywhere we looked.
The recurrent sightings of nesting great horned owls amazed us
Starting with the Boca Ciega Park horned owlet seen first
Both parents near and close to us when the eagle swooped
We witnessed the female owl bristling and flying to the nest.
In Eagle Lakes Park our neighborhood pair courting at sunset
Silhouettes seen overhead in bare trees as she preened him
Yellow evening light glowing in their yellow eyes
Horned whoo whoo hoots reverberating.
In Philippe Point Park a nest hidden in the resurrection
ferns
We observed the parents through the incubation period
Pointing out the owls to the curious in the parking lot
And returned later to see the owlet and paparazzi gathered
under.
In John Chesnut Park locating yet another horned owl nest
Pointed out to us as we walked the boardwalk
With just a tail visible extending backwards
So unexpected this revelation of nesting owls.
On Honeymoon Island looking at a horned owlet in a nest
With the female watching us from nearby
Astounded how many horned owls and owlets we have seen
This year we seem to be surrounded.
Driving through St. Augustine Shores
Stopping to check a large nest next to the road
Finding two horned owlets looking out at us
With the female spotted not far away.
Returning north in April to New Jersey Midland Park
Checking the hollow in the dead tree across the McFaul
Center pond
Another owlet is there or two or three
And the female must be lurking nearby.
This for sure is the year of the owl
The likes of which we may never see again
Though now we know all these places to look
If we may be there next year to seek them out.
Friday, March 31, 2017
Thursday, March 30, 2017
bad news
Watching the spectacle of the politicians posturing
Feeling put upon by the fake reality show drama
Bankrupt policies result no matter which side wins
When both sets of actors are owned by big money interests.
The race to the bottom continues as the ongoing theme
Never enough profit for the capitalist owners
Deflecting worker’s anger onto blameless immigrants
Stoking divisive hatred against people of color.
Funding taken from everything and anything that provides
social good
Stolen for the war machine for death and destruction
This is a system that cannot continue for long now
On a trajectory to hit bottom like a drug addict.
Poisoning the planet with pollution
Even the enormous ocean gags on garbage
As habitat is eliminated and countless species go extinct
The circle will close in consequence for us humans.
Fear of global war bringing devastation everywhere
Eclipsing the drone strike terrorism seen today
If we survive only to repeat the work of capitalist recovery
Such a terrible scourge upon humankind.
The masses of people must make an intervention
To stop the impending catastrophe of the commons
Raising up new leadership to construct sustainability
The only way forward to a happy future.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Monday, March 27, 2017
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017
imminent departure
Little Khloe uses her finger to write her name in the wet sand
Asking her father for help to spell it
Asking where the waves come from
Dancing delighted through the surf foam on the beach.
The waves come all the way across the wide ocean he says
Commenting to us the K could use some help
Happy to be with his happy child
She the innocent experiencing the wonders of the world.
Her mother smiles and we smile on them
As they continue on their way
While we stop to listen and look at the waves
Contemplating the endless variations.
We walk the edge in the evening after dinner
A mile or more each way
Watching the sky and water change color
Watching for gannets far offshore diving for fish.
High tide comes as the sunset approaches
Waning crescent or gibbous moon
Two weeks to repeat the cycle
Keeping us in touch with the lunar presence.
Flocks of hundreds of cormorants pass overhead
Great V’s migrating north pointing the way
We will travel ourselves in a few days
The end of our winter sojourn in the south.
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