pedestrian flight path

walking north of Jasper on 119th a surprising sight:
a solitary goose on the lawn of The Cardinal block
a bit fussed wondering where were the others?
the friends
the comrades
but why would they be here?
why was this one here?
in the heart of Oliver

headed towards me an elderly man
with an unleashed Pomeranian cross making solid time
the man called out a bit anxiously:
'Rex!  Rex!  That bird is way bigger than you!'

and it was way bigger
and hopefully
still is
wherever it is

robins

some seasons you hear them before you see them
lots of singers here in the hood
tonight

go big or go...

squirrel is munching on a pine cone
the size of her tail

all is just right in the land
of the small ones

colour coded

a white and black chickadee
eating red mountain ash berries
under a blue spring sky

turning the corner

so many little birds singing today
and not snow
but rain
headed the other way

skidmark

the day when you realize
that last week's wipeout/face plant
on Independence Avenue
is going to leave a scar on your forehead

thankful that it wasn't worse
and that you don't look even more
like the famous boy wizard
(insert lightning bolt here)

little birds in airports

a small feathered friend in the Ronald Reagan
flitting around and about windows
and one connection and a couple of hours later
two sparrows
one with a gummed and felted foot
hoofing for cheese crumbs in the Pearson
reminding me of the Archers of Loaf ode to 'All the Nation's Airports'
pathways
migrations
and how we all get on with the business of getting on
how to inhabit
embrace
or escape what we have created
this brave
and once ancient
new world