A Conversation With Sandhill Cranes
This has long been their home for the season- “Syllabic Poetry — the Culminating 30”
They
gather
each
morning
for breakfast,
and walk
by the edge
of the water;
This their home
for the season.
Soon their calls rattle
if you wander
too close to their path.
They do not seem to care,
cross right through your space
as if they owned the place!
A most unwelcome squatter,
why are you looking at us,
as if we do not belo…
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