To: Billie; JustAmy; yorkie; OESY; MEG33; jaycee; Mama_Bear; The Mayor; ST.LOUIE1; ConorMacNessa; ...
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at dusk
from the island in the river,
and it's not too cold,
I'll wait for the moon
to rise,
then take wing and glide
to meet him.
We will not speak,
but hooded against the frost
soar above
the alder flats, searching
with tawny eyes.
And then we'll sit
in the shadowy spruce
and pick the bones
of careless mice,
while the long moon drifts
toward Asia
and the river mutters
in its icy bed.
And when the morning climbs
the limbs
we'll part without a sound,
fulfilled, floating
homeward as
the cold world awakens.
John Haines
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2,597 posted on
10/28/2008 9:42:18 AM PDT by
Lady Jag
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To: Lady Jag
This is an enchanting poem.
2,613 posted on
10/28/2008 11:12:14 AM PDT by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military)
To: Lady Jag
A couple of times lately, when walking the dogs in the late afternoon, I’ve seen an owl perched in one of our trees, and it always surprises me - I love watching them though!
To: Lady Jag
Wow! That In Yo Face, owl is awesome!
I could stare back at that one for hours and hours.
2,647 posted on
10/28/2008 3:44:34 PM PDT by
Majie Purple
(I voted earlyfor Sarah P, (& McCain'sService toOur Country)andHopethatPiperPalinruns/wins...in 2035!)
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