April 23, 2009

Bo Bay Today, April 15

- Jon Moore

Oh, the beauty of this place
That stretches ‘cross the sea
Perched on pole, old buzzard soul
Warms his wings, gingerly

Silent morn without gull squawks
No shrieks or dog-like barks
On Stinson Beach one person walks
A cormorant pokes from the dark

Blue sky
Feeding fowl
On the wing
The squawks start now

Laughing gulls
Caw caw crows
Buzzard banter
Dogs at canter

Crisp ‘n clear
Sounds amiss
If this were earth’s lips
I’d plant a kiss

Right here today on the Bo Bay

No comments:

Post a Comment