Caspian Terns
Are nesting up the Fraser this year
I have never seen them here before
They look a bit like gulls at a distance
But their voice is full of rasp and gravel
Replacing the hungry sour song of gulls
And they fly alone fast and hard
I wonder if they can soar in quiet air
Such long thin wings and a small tail
They often fly at the same time
But I have never seen them in flocks
With their black bicycle helmets
And heavy red colored beaks
They seem to holler threats
As they pass by each other
Traveling up and down the river
From wetlands to fishing grounds
