I no longer hear the footsteps
of a stranger from up the street
out for a morning weekend walk
with a growing little gleeful dog;
her footsteps replaced by
the continuous fury of a thirsty visitor
with wings announcing every arrival,
each one to sample a sweet blend.
How it hovers nearby, a magical buzz
insulted by the annoying saw of a neighbour
–too bad Sunday is just another day!
In between the clouds now gathering
the magic almost brought to an end
other than a particular, rapid scene:
somehow being in the right place again
the trick becomes not hearing the noise
and to follow a feather in the sun,
a feather out on the first cool breeze
brought about by a tiny preening beak.
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Chad Norman lives beside the high-tides of the Bay of Fundy, in what is known as the hub of Nova Scotia. He has given talks and readings in Denmark, Sweden, Wales, Ireland, Scotland, America, and across Canada.