Pondering a Puffin
by Brian A. Hartford
What a strange product of Nature,
the Puffin, is to what I refer.
Large orange beaked,
attached to a small head.
The body isn’t much of which to
black plumage, and not much more.
What miracle that such a design,
will support such a structure.
The white breast,
orange webbed feet,
such a clownish appearance.
The eyes highlight the costume,
small dots in a white feather field.
Is this costume for camouflage or,
for a darker spirit?
In Nature, it is not wise to guess,
it is uniqueness.
Fisherman by design,
to swim natural as it’s flight.
A source of amasement to me,
sheer joy to know he exists.
He returns to the cliffs of his
guards the nest.
protecting his unborn from the snare,
hazard of being a gastronomic
What a joy to know the puffin,
It is good to know he exists.
I am amused to think that,
the joke is on me.