Evening, Fly-In, Bosque Del Apache
A cold wet afternoon of birding
hiking soggy edges of the fields,
the trail along the river,
following the muddy
footprints of the deer.
December sun sank
behind the mountains,
cloud reflections in the ponds
caught fire.
And suddenly
the sky was filled with cranes.
the sky was filled with cranes.
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