Monday 26 February 2018

Monday 5 February 2018

he Lynx of 2018, so far

Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx. Note its furry foot.
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
 
Lynx
All photos by B'J. Brill 2018

LYNX 2018 with my poem

I wrote a poem in 1968.
Fifty years later I got THE photo to go with it.
 
STARLIT NIGHT
The snow is scarlet the snow is white
I am alone in the starlit night
The blood of my veins is pulsing delight
As the blood of my kill is staining the white
And I scream forth my triumph
 
Feb. 5, 2018
my house yard, Nipigon.
To the dead of the night
This is my instinct, thus I must kill
You can not deny me, try as you will
For I must live and I live to kill
The heat of the race, the capture, the thrill
When there’s none to deny me my right to my kill.