Bald Eagles
soar beside me now,
Owls drop
their pellets on the hill,
Blue Herons
pick treats from my ponds,
White swans
arrive from Siberian chill.
Starlings
swirl above the prairie,
Crows curse
me wherever I go,
Quail hop
one footprint at a time,
In my tracks
on fresh winter snow.
In my youth,
along Delta Waterways,
The Red
Winged Blackbird’s song was heard;
Perched among
the cattails and reeds,
I discovered
my spirit bird.
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