The Merlin Hawk
by Richard L. Provencher
shuffled tired feathers via journey's early light through morning mist over sheep, staring donkeys, hurled against the wind. Exhausted wings drew her to an activity of red polls, sparrows, finches and a woodpecker's tattoo, primary for her attention a snack or two presenting itself. Suddenly without fanfare nor nasty intentions, released herself to new spaces. Richard L. Provencher Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
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