Friday, September 30, 2011

Buffleheads

Each year marked a Penn Cove reunion,
As leaves turned red and fell to the ground,
Bufflehead ducks gathered by thousands,
Wintering at home in Puget Sound.

Now every year, their numbers drop,
Audubon attempts to calculate,
How many years the ducks have left,
What’s contributing to their fate?

Years ago, I admitted defeat,
Unsubscribing to National Geographic…
I could no longer bare the elephant photos,
Their faces cut-off for Ivory traffic.

Now every year I sense it more…
The magazine’s message has hit home…
I hope to die before bearing witness,                                                                            
Of the last Bufflehead duck, alone. 



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