Bonaparte's Gull and Northern Saw-whet owl poems and pics

I wrote two poems for a natural world art installation at the University of Exeter Streatham campus. One of which, The Bonaparte's Gull, was accepted and will be used and I'm glad-very glad. I set a goal to write more poetry and get published in one way or another for 2013 and this is the same as being published to me. At any rate, the format of the poem needed to fit on a luggage tag and they will all hang on an installation called the Wall of Miracles.

The Bonaparte's Gull 

Miniature airplanes stream upriver-

The currents their propellers

A blue and green runway 

The Niagara.

On a slender wing-surgical 

Bank left, the tight flock outmaneuvers 

A lethal Peregrine.  

A chorus of yips, laughs and screams

Stabbing at the water, fighting for  

A feast.

Spring, and then you're gone

Northern climes your home.

The river, with Peregrine

Await your return.  

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Dear Mr. Saw-whet,

I am sorry.

Our behavior uncalled for

Like vultures to a carcass

Peaking beneath boughs and branches

Unruly thickets and well worn paths

Combing the conifers-

We know you're in there.

You understand it's your beauty

And majesty we're after? 

Not your kingdom.

You can have all of this!

But we need you to face the crowd

And take a bow

No?

Perhaps a mouse in exchange for a photo? 

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Thanks for reading! Brian Morse