This poem is taken from PN Review 124, Volume 25 Number 2, November - December 1998.
A Natural History of Saskatchewan1. Bald Eagle
The judge has retired
To the tallest lodgepole.
We await his rebuke.
2. Porcupine
What's black and white
And dead all over?
Just enough traffic on this highway
To ensure you never made it back
To the sett behind the slough.
But close up, you don't make sense.
Down on my knees I discover
A baby smiling under a warbonnet.
3. Nodding Donkeys
All day the drill-rigs genuflect
To the gods of distances;
And at night on the plain
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