Setting their eyes on their prey, they focus their attention on the subtle movements within the plains. A rustle is heard near the lake: they take notice. They move in slowly as the sun sets. They smile, sniff the air; it’s easiest to prey on subjects in the dark. Be unseen. One could get a short glimpse of them, if they weren’t so easily frightened by human presence. Ah, the Canadian Poet would be a glory to set eyes on, but none have been photographed. Merely their remnants are left for all to look at and enjoy.
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This blog will follow all of the latest news of Canadian Poetry. Bloggers will muddle their way through poetry, readings and yes, even books devoted entirely to the lost art. We invite you to discuss and let us know your thoughts.
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