I can't see it
but I know where the hawk's perched
by following the crows.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- December 31: New Year's Eve
- December 30: Intruder
- December 29: End of the holidays
- December 28: Readings in philosophy
- December 27: Parking lot omen
- December 26: Biscotti
- December 25: Starry night
- December 24: Christmas Eve
- December 23: Carols
- December 22: Unwind
- December 21: Solstice
- December 20: Pair-bonding
- December 19: Social media
- December 18: Insomnia
- December 17: O Tannenbaum
- December 16: Festive
- December 15: Cold snap
- December 14: Full Moon continued
- December 13: Long Nights Moon
- December 12: Appointment
- December 11: Storm warning
- December 10: Dark at 4:30
- December 9: Apple tree in December
- December 8: Driving home
- December 7: Back home
- December 6: Basilica Ste.-Anne de Beaupre
- December 5: Cold morning in Quebec City
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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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