Blacksmith Fork, December 24

A poem by Heidi Blankenship of Price

It’s a game we play—
my father’s idea—
whoever can see the most
wins...
Well, we always lose count.
Today:
Red-tailed hawk
American dipper
Bald eagle
Flycatcher
Juncos
Innumerable elk and deer
Fishermen—don’t count—
and, blessings of the bunch,
two swans
and a moose,
thigh deep
in an icy pond
munching brilliant
green moss,
water
dripping
from
lips.