Muskrat dives

Muskrat dives, heavy, into a ditch.
      The water-sound shimmers like sheep bells.
(Yes, it’s really like this where I live.)

      Today the light is yellow-orange and very clear.
Today I see a perfect yellow bird among the gray-brown crowd.
      If I were a hawk I’d dive at him: he’d taste so sweet.

3 thoughts on “Muskrat dives

  1. Lynn Luker says:

    Simplicity filled with visual splendor!!

  2. Georgina Kabut says:

    Louise is truly one of the greatest Canadian poets. Kudos to this mention.

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