She labours stoically on the rocky outcrop off my boat .
And in her long confinement of 90 days she will but once leave her nest,
When her fumbling mate comes diligently by to relieve of her labour ;
And sit and incubate - until he’s told to move off ;
And with rebuke of stark incompetence ,
He is ejected from the nest
Men- useless men , never get the knack now.. shoo..!!
And with an enduring loftiness
He waddles clumsily to the shore ;
His dignity scarcely recovered as he shuffles his feathers down ,
In a manly way as if to say to me , with a conspiratorial wink
As if he were still the boss and
- it’s a guy thing.
(Ive somewhere heard all this before )
He launches himself in the rippling
Surf that gathers on the shoreline like smoke stained candy floss;
The bearded froth of the lake ,
Passing me by with regal haughter
And I almost feel obliged to
Excuse myself and move my boat.
But he swims serenely by ;
Up and down the shoreline till he’s called upon again
And again he’ll come and make a hames of things ,
like all men -
And again he will suffer rebuke and wrath and
Be scolded , chided , harrassed , henpicked ,
and when he’s done his bit of incubation ; gets kicked
Unceremoniously from the nest ;And shooed away again.
I feel for him;
He’s just yielding to his feminine side - it’s a cob thing
Like that guy thing - we understand each other .
We say nothing - guys are stoical about these things .
(Ive somewhere heard all this before )
Why she picks this rocky outcrop
Exposed to the shards of north winds searing down the lake
And slashing rain from the south ;
And all whimsies of weather in between ;
I don’t know .
But she heeds neither element ,
Nor inconsiderate male intruder -
She just perseveres ;just right here ,
Year after year.
This the fourth year of our acquaintance ,
When first I met her on her rocky isthmus.
But she plays hard to get ,
And as my boat goes drifting down her shore she
Arches her graceful neck long enough to show her affront,
Or is it tolerance , or maybe loathing;
-hadn’t thought of that ;
But it’s a private thing ,
And I almost turn away apologising ;
conscious of my intrusion
But this year I see her daughter
Has taken up by her mothers side ,
And she too is brooding , thinking ,dreaming ;
In the full exposure of the elements
And I know they’re thinking
-why that bastard cant find somewhere else to fish?
Saw him catch one there last year ; is there no where else he knows?
This here is a girl thing ;
But they’re utterly unthinking , Men.
Selfish. Me me me all the time .Me .
Where did I hear all this before ?
There’s a kestrel in the tall spruces by the house.
Saw him yesterday just hover; dive , suspend his flight in a quiver and
Flutter , frozen in the sky ; dive and soar and swoop s aloft again
To his look-out perch in the swaying leafless branches.
Three magpies and a heron are hanging out there too ;
And today the first house martin arrived .
Swiftly darting above the waves,
Ravenous after his long journey from the South
- 1000 miles or more.
Glutinous now he sears through the buzzing duck fly
Whose clouds twist and turn
In swaying vortices above the hawthorn trees.
For now I’ll let them be
Mother and daughter have much to
Gaggle about -
Yes they gaggle
- Its not geese - gaggle ;
Its so much more becoming
And swans don’t do giggling;
They are much too serious
And if you like ; imperious .
As March yields to April
I await my final guest
For she comes in April ,
When the whitethorn fills the air
With gentle fragrance of the summer
And swathes the countryside
With a wash of creamy pink.
And the chimneys in the cottages
Are at last untangled from the
Ceasless spumes from
Hearh And stove;
And every weaving frond of smoke
Clinging , drifting ; ever in the winter frost ;
And the thatched roofs can breathe
And sigh again , in the soft warmth;
Of the coming Summer air .
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