Sunday, March 5, 2017

Flight

There's a Dashing Spaniard out there come to inspect last year's preliminary nest site. Makes a being realize they might well belong to the wrong species. Her breast was white, her wings shimmered and shouted "here I am." And what have we got, "I think therefore I'll never know."

Soon enough it'll rain, the chill will return and along the electric line there will be beings staring down at me that have flown all the way from somewhere near the equator. When my turn comes, I'm going to make big effort to ask the Lead Bull to return me as a Tree Swallow.

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