Saturday, April 29, 2017
The Way They Walk - NaPoWriMo
Matt and I bird as we fly down Highway 191
Barbed wire and power lines racing alongside the Toyota
We spot our familiar friends at a distance, at speed--65, 70 miles per hour.
(Perched atop a fence post,
ripping, tearing, scarfing dinner.)
(Breast swollen, head tossed back, beak wide
Singing silently through the window glass.)
We zip along the rolling roadway ribbon cutting through the hills, the fields,
Over bridges, all secured under the endless dome of The Big Sky.
"Shovelers! ...Mallard! ...Coots!"
(Paddling, dabbling, diving)
"Turkey Vultures! Five of them!"
(Circling, circling, circling.)
We know them like family,
Like recognizing someone by the way they walk.
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