I care for you caribou … (another poem)

northern lights zing-zang
like a zillion clinking bells

festive fire flies
feisty fairies – all

they shatter
my peaceful lunar hum merry
from a blue green
to a raw umber orange

touching warm mud grass
with my mush nose

I lift my heavy head, arch my neck
and listen
for you

I nest in the North
I face the South
my left eye on the dawn
my right on the dusk

I blink sometimes
- not often
just to keep those damn flies off

blinking now -
I wait for you

cariboo