After watching a crow's labored flight through the darkening late afternoon sky...
Day's ending: I stop
longer than needed to watch
crow's slow flight to roost.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- February 29: Snow beasts
- February 28: White wings
- February 27: Finch in the driveway
- February 26: Budding
- February 25: Space ship
- February 24: Cat and birds
- February 23: River mist
- February 22: Crow in flight
- February 21: Eagle
- February 20: Birthday
- February 19: Cowboy boots
- February 18: Goose
- February 17: Not the owl I was looking for
- February 16: Sunrise
- February 14: My Funny Valentine
- February 13: Robins
- February 12: Not finding the owl (again)
- February 11: National Toboggan Championships
- February 10: Pussy Willow
- February 9: Hunger
- February 8: Rising moon
- February 7: Laura Ingalls Wilder
- February 6: Hark, the cardinal sings
- February 5: In the cemetery
- February 4: Black branches
- February 3: Loon in the harbor
- February 2: Momentary flash forward
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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