Creative Writing and unfinished business…
January 27, 2016 § 2 Comments
waits for sunrise –
statue to hunter
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, heron, poetry
They’re such stately birds, standing motionless all that time and then soaring.
Yes. I once found a heron skeleton. It weighed just an ounce or two and its bones were full of air pockets. A real privilege to find it.
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