Something that we are

 

Seeing me, she turns abruptly in flight.
It’s something that we are.

No. Not the threat.

The turning and away
– the disappearing sweep
                of blue-grey.

…

 

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Author: chrisbkm

Chris Morrison was born on the north shore of Lake Superior and currently lives within moments of the Atlantic in Nova Scotia, Canada.

11 thoughts on “Something that we are”

    1. Thanks John. I’m curious how Hodgins treated it. Tried to Google but unsuccessfully. Can you let me know the poem title? The theme itself appears to be one that has appealed to poets.

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      1. doesn’t appear to be online but the poet watches a flock of them grubbing when ‘ Suddenly they all took off. It was probably me. They swung around twice as if looking fora way out’

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