The flap of wings, On owlish wind, A flutter of feathers Or a heatbeat pulsing Through reeds, blowing And a frozen marsh: In audible silence, Then a gunshot. Darkness.
05/21/2007
Posted on 05/21/2007Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
Brief but forceful! Succinctly tells a hunter's tale with a sense of loss for nature.
