A Feather in the Sun

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.

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.

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