A fake tuxedo
Waddling back and forth amongst the ice
Back and forth, back and forth
Paddling on through the cold
The black fresh against the purest white
A vision imprinted in your mind –
as surely as the negative of a new arrival
Stretching the imagination once more –
to the sight of such a creature
Embraced in its own ice river world
Strangely displaced for the few who care –
the few who strive to see and know this being –
to become the being in all its glory.
Peg
Amor
Good poem...you are observing.
~E