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Disappearing? – A Poem by Carol Good

Written by Carol Good


The downy is so diligent
His fast flit
between feeder and tree
catches my eye often

I am mesmerized
His singular focus
on finding food
fascinates me

I make daily decisions
about these feathered fellow beings –
Fill feeders frequently, heat a birdbath in winter
Leave Echinacea standing, keep the cat indoors

Wherever I go
I scan the skies
Track treetops
Listen for whistles

Their presence reassures me
Somehow we humans haven’t completely
extracted, exploited, exhausted

About Carol Good

Since retiring, Carol has redirected her creativity into writing – mostly poetry. Her pandemic projects have included publishing of her first poetry collection – Alive & 65: a celebration for her 65th birthday and joining the League of Canadian Poets. She lives in an octagonal century home with her very handy husband located on the Treaty Lands and Territory of the Mississaugas of the Credit First Nation. She recognizes the land as being home and traditional territory to other Indigenous people since time immemorial.

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