Birding in the Belmont Slough
July 11th 2009 16:09
Going where the the wind blows.
Knowing what the wind knows.
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Ankle deep in the pickle grasses
I startled a jack rabbit.
He was at first frightened, then curious, then bored.
Like an appointment with the dentist,
he was just waiting for the encounter to be over.
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Dawn, and the tide is gone again
leaving islands of reeds in seas of muck.
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I found the moon again today
she was hiding: wan and translucent amidst wispy clouds.
Like those gossamer bits of jelly fishes
washed up on Cerulean shores
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And by the side of the road
a dictionary of Midwestern grasses:
transplants to this edge of the earth
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Moving through the bright, clear, sunshine
high on a ridge of hardened mud
safe from cyclists below
as they earnestly struggle up a slight grade.
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Pickle weeds tumbled out over the salt marshes
And snowy egrets seeking snails and other sweet meats
amongst the marshy grasses.
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Saw something waving on the end of a stalk.
It was too big, too heavy.
Since the only living mammal I had seen was a rabbit....
but rabbits don't climb trees.
I went back to take a look.
It was a mangy looking squirrel dangling at the end of a dead reed
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