Shawn L. Bird

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poem- scrubbed November 27, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:10 pm
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The elderly loved one

has a house, and

that house has a mouse

and another mouse

and another mouse.

A mouse family,

A mouse neighbourhood,

A mouse community,

A mouse town,

A mouse city.


It might be a welcome diversion–

Adorable fluffballs,

with round pink ears,

dangling tails, would be

delightful entertainment,

were their planners better

sanitary engineers.

Their dereliction

leads to mass eviction!

Bleach and scrubbing!

Now there’s interdiction,

sweet mousies who survive,

to you a benediction:

for happy life,

in another jurisdiction!




poem- marmot love May 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:15 pm
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Along the road

the marmots sit on their haunches

beautiful fur coats

glistening shades of light and dark.

They sit, admiring the view,

enjoying the sun,

sharing chirping whistles while

watching the antics of the tourists:

Canada Geese in town

for a romantic vacation.

Two marmots crane their necks

to watch the blue heron

high-stepping in the marsh

and cuddle next to one another;

Marmot-ly loving

on their porch

watching the world go by.




Marmots are pudgy rodents, about 20″ long, and prone to curious investigation.  They kind of look like beavers, but with a bushy squirrel tail.  There is a colony living in the ditch along the TransCanada Hwy at Canoe, BC that I pass every day.  They are very cute.  If you disturb them, they whistle warnings to one another.  They’re pests, because they dig, but they don’t seem to annoy anyone where they’re at right now (a few years), so hopefully they’ll be allowed to stay.  They’re quite entertaining. Yesterday one rose up on his haunches to balance on his back legs like a pudgy little man as I drove by, and made me laugh out loud.  

Here’s a nice photo of one:



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