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She sits, limp paw raised.
My hand gently seeks her wound.
Thorn out she runs off.
1:50 PM Aug 14th from web
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Empty nesting box
Were the Ospreys blown away
Violent thunder storm
12:37 PM Jun 30th from web
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Reading Walt Whitman
Two does break from the pond bank:
Sun-dappled June woods.
11:53 AM Jun 30th from web
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Dogs in the thicket
While Brere Fox lopes down the road -
Treats them like giant pups.
5:36 AM Jun 10th from web
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Under blue silk, her thigh,
Brushed by the back of my hand,
Scorched in memory.
8:14 AM Mar 30th from im
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In dreams I prowl Through streets and dark corridors Stalking my sweet prey.
5:57 PM Mar 29th from im
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The only difference Between me and green lizards: I nap in the shade.
7:37 AM Mar 29th from im
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If you ford the stream,
I'll follow the trail for a while.
We'll both be home soon.
[A death poem written for an old friend.]
3:05 PM Mar 23rd from web
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After the night storm Morning sunlit puddles glint Down the winter trail
6:33 AM Mar 5th from txt
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From a muddy rut Emerald shoots of grass leap up: First signs of Spring
9:48 AM Feb 23rd from txt
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Dogs trot up through woods The trail wet leaves or puddles Sear gray-brown winter
9:11 AM Jan 18th from txt
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