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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4458 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention gillymot on the ledge alan addotto The broken verticle face basalt cliffs covered white in places, silentstill with the stiff white bits of digested fish changing winds, currents too stole the meals and emptied the nests as they always do but not all, no. one late starter a fearful young virgin to flight left completely feathered ready for the sky but at the edge still stretched her wings entreating one more meal my close and long circling calling her in the strong wind rages blowing up the rocks and knowing the scavengers below made it so killing hard to catch the last of the updrafts and the final going. that one last fading call and not knowing at all if she had grabbed her first wingful of air or if her petulant outraged bones are still there waiting for our next spring's returnings |
