It happens at sunrise and sunset, her call
and the arch of her back,
the light catching the specks of salt on her spine.
She falls slowly, cascading into the bay,
carving through waves, streaming through sargassum
then resurfaces, lips lined wit…
Angel
A crow lies frozen in the furrows
claws to the sky. In a distant field a horse
neighing. We await
the thaw. But the horse is still calling,
another crow avidly feeds on his friend
while the buzzard hovers, switches, soars.
The sk…
Robin
Robin, as you sing your red breast swells
between the frosty branches in this wintry glow.
You cock your head and listen to the bells
All Saints, All Souls: Notre Dame
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Photo Carlos Delgado; CC-BY-SA[/caption]
La Chasse, The Hunt
Runrabbit not ready
for shooting and skinning