Who Knew

A pair of brown grey cormorants sit bobbing on perky swells Then ploink they disappear to probe The Hudson's murky hell. Down in Dante's numbered rings They swim blinded by pollution In the shadow of towering testaments To technological evolution. I could not imagine there being life In a river so deathly still Til up they popped with puffed up throats To swallow a tasty kill.

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Barbara Gorelick

Date: 4/30/2014 2:42:00 PM

Enjoyed your birds...and the reminder of pollution...it is everywhere. I spent a day at the beach last weekend..sorry to see plastic and other garbage washing up. BG

Joe Murphy
Date: 4/30/2014 2:57:00 PM

Thank you Barbara. Pollution is a major issue and therefore I am constantly amazed at the resiliency of nature. The first line of the last stanza should read "I could not imagine there being life". Apologies.