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Thursday, September 29, 2011

Black and White

With your radiant glow,
and your face so fair.
Lips on an angel
caressing the night summer air;
and your satin skin
That begs for subtle care.
Who among them,
Could ever really feel you?

Your rainbow dances
Round the sunlight's lace.
mirrored in your eyes,
a crescent moon's embrace;
and the laughter of it all
Shines through the Madonna's gaze.
Who among them,
Has eyes to really see you?

The sage and charlatan,
came to visit you at home.
To steal your face,
but discovered it was their own;
with your photogenic dreams
in pastel gypsy tones.
Who among them,
could ever hang a frame around you?

With your shadow dancing,
dogs around the moon.
Power of your passions,
in your haunting wailing tunes;
and your liquid hands
speak of mysteries known only to loons.
Who among them,
could ever really outguess you?

You defy the prisons,
sanity enthrones.
Enchanting saints and sinners
to mingle with your bones;
With your Celtic hymns,
and your penny whistle poems.
Who among them,
has ears to really hear you?

From a poem written by me in 1989

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Big Bat House

Bat House with Nursery Colony - Crook's Lake, Labrador with an estimated 150+ female little brown bats and young.   Another bat house erected only a short distance away by the camp owners had about the same number of occupants.