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Clare
@NunavutBirder@mas.to  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago

#poetry #PoetryWhenTheMomentTakesMe

Poem:

There are tales in new snow
Little lives coiling out 
The string that marks
Their passage 

Or their passing.
Here a lemming has gone
Out from the comfort 
Of insulting, quiet snow

Why they’ve marched so far
On the surface is a mystery 
And joining them, a fox
Following. 

Following whatever is taking it 
On this path so far
This will not end well
For one, but well for another 

But perhaps the fox
Has forsworn eating lemming 
And is walking 
With his newfound friend 

Perhaps, however unlikely 
That might be. 
I should follow
And leave my tracks with theirs

But I am on my own path
At the moment 
And it’s like Frost
Promises to keep.
Poem: There are tales in new snow Little lives coiling out The string that marks Their passage Or their passing. Here a lemming has gone Out from the comfort Of insulting, quiet snow Why they’ve marched so far On the surface is a mystery And joining them, a fox Following. Following whatever is taking it On this path so far This will not end well For one, but well for another But perhaps the fox Has forsworn eating lemming And is walking With his newfound friend Perhaps, however unlikely That might be. I should follow And leave my tracks with theirs But I am on my own path At the moment And it’s like Frost Promises to keep.
Poem: There are tales in new snow Little lives coiling out The string that marks Their passage Or their passing. Here a lemming has gone Out from the comfort Of insulting, quiet snow Why they’ve marched so far On the surface is a mystery And joining them, a fox Following. Following whatever is taking it On this path so far This will not end well For one, but well for another But perhaps the fox Has forsworn eating lemming And is walking With his newfound friend Perhaps, however unlikely That might be. I should follow And leave my tracks with theirs But I am on my own path At the moment And it’s like Frost Promises to keep.
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Steve Lindsay
@Steve_Lindsay@fediscience.org replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago

@NunavutBirder Insulting or insulating? As a typo-making machine myself, i wonder…

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Clare
@NunavutBirder@mas.to replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago

Gah a typo. Second last like should read “And like Frost”

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@fembot@mstdn.social replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago

@NunavutBirder You can edit the post to drop in an updated graphic and update the alt, if that helps.

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Clare
@NunavutBirder@mas.to replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago

@fembot thanks.

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Paul Lalonde
@Flux@wandering.shop replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago

@NunavutBirder Yesterday I buried the raven
That died at the foot of the big cedar
His wing bent the wrong way
Not too deep, the forest will take him

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Clare
@NunavutBirder@mas.to replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago

@Flux Beautiful Paul.

Although very different, for some reason I’m reminded of Philip Larkin’s The Mower.

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Paul Lalonde
@Flux@wandering.shop replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago

@NunavutBirder There were two other ravens raising a ruckus that morning. They were distressed at their loss.
The mower comes to mind a lot when I'm working my property with big equipment. It happens too often, sometimes from inattention, sometimes by blind bad luck.

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Clare
@NunavutBirder@mas.to replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago

@Flux I was caring for an injured Raven in Fort Providence when I lived there. The pen was outside my kitchen window. I’d often catch glimpses of another raven outside the cage but it was very shy.

I’d been feeding the raven kibble because, well they steal it from the dogs so they must like it.

One day I peeked out the window when the other raven was there. The injured raven was passing kibble through the mesh to it, sharing.

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