Saturday's Walk Poem by Kay Bressner

Saturday's Walk



I think I saw a cormorant,
yet did he greet me?
no, he can't

But I pretended that
he was happy to see me
as I to see him.

I think his name is Cormorant
or maybe it's Anhinga;
just figure either one of those
it doesn't make much diff'rence.

He was perched on a pipe
in the midst of the lake,
glancing here and there

When, later, I passed that way again
he was by the shoreline;
having met a heron friend.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 12 July 2014

interesting idea for a poem here.keep up the great poetry.

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Gi Galen 11 January 2009

Nice... Psychological 'chord' Good luck

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