Thursday, Sept. 20, 2007 - 8:55 p.m.
Most plendid afternoon
and when I got home
was able to play
magic string with Jinky
in the golden sunlight
as Sarah took photos
when she waited here
for a ride home after work
I borrowed her camera
and made short film clips
of Jinky hiding in the ditch
wild eyed licking his lips
as the school bus stopped
across the street to let kids out
kids- whom he adores
because they will generally
fawn over him and certainly
give him cheek rubs
but today
they just went home
and probaly switched on the internet
to yabber to their friends about
whatever kids talk about
when draggy grownups are not around-
the mysteries of this life
Sarah was in a semi grumpy mood
and still hates her job
as usual
and can hardly hang on to
a thread of sanity
till her contract is up
and she is
blissfully unemployed again
and can return to her
prefered distractions
Sarahs Mom picked her up from here
on her way back from her own work
and then Jinly and me
went to the beach to admire the sky
and watch the September water
dance against the shore
We haven't really explored properly
since the week of storms
ya ya the water was great looking
but various dogs
patrolled the meadow above the beach
making advanced magic string games
pretty much impossible
but we were able to descend the iron stairs
walk the beach unmolested
and examine the new configuration
of giant logs and sand
the week of storms
had changed everything around
rather dramatically
I saw Jinky run ahead
fascinated at some weird blob on the shore
as I got nearer I could see it was
the very dead remains of a cormorant..
( a waterbird )
and it had a huge brightly painted
fishing lure in its mouth
the sharp hook completely peircing its beak
its back legs wrapped around its face
in a desperate death grip
in a vain attenmpt
to free itself the deadly hook
several metres of chaotic fishing line
were entangled in its feathers
and wrapped around its throat
It must have been a slow & horrible death
Jinky sniffed at a respectful distance
the cormorant was just too decayed
to be attractive to any sane being
except an illiterate poodle off its leash
it was sad to see this death drama
and figure out
from the clues presented
just what had gone wrong
in the last hours
of this determined cormorants' life
out there on the lake as the sweet days of september radiated down on
its anguish charged corpse
' we felt like detectives on a crime scene
looking at trhe clues:
the flourscent red lure
looking just like innoscent kitch art
but in reality, it was a deadly trick
meant fior a fish
that had attracted the attentions
of a cormorant
You could still feel the dead birds bravery
the frozen determination to live on
to love and quest
and to eat fish from the lake again
endure an uncertain winter
to welcome the forthcoming gentle spring Jinky eats fish
he knows what the brave cormorant gave up
his sole sacred life
when the brave little flame
that burns in all of us
was extinguished a noble struggle
but one that has now come to an conclusion
Do Cormorants go on to paradise
who knows whats there?
who knows what wondersawait us all
in the worlds of tommorrow?
