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| Skyler Ewing |
Living and Dying on a Spring Evening
As the sun begins to set, flightless
baby birds cheep in their basket of
twigs, spider silk, and dried grass
waiting for their mother. She is a robin
with russet breast like a flower of spring,
wheeling swift-winged across the sky.
And even with a large worm in her beak,
she sings her song of whistled splendor
on the way to feed her babies. Meanwhile,
by the side of the road, a runover possum
is surrounded by three turkey vultures. This
visage draws the attention of crows gripping
overhead electrical wires. They stand in a
line, black-robed, like judges examining the
scene of an accident, as a long slow
dusk begins to play the night-birds' tune.
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| William Ogden Haynes |


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