The plover--and its poignant cry--was a familiar trope in classic Japanese poetry.
island beach
water's too cold for swimmers
first migrating plover
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- 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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