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Wring that Neck
Wring that Neck
Unbending in the shadows,
Like the neck of a guitar.
The song is for survival,
Motionless bird you are.
Flooding my memory,
With waves of PURPLE dreams.
Watcher of the water,
A stalker by all means ..
(A Great Blue Heron searches for dinner at Woods Canyon Lake.)
July 6, 2011
lcarreau
on Jul 12, 2011 12:03 am
