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The Blue Hour The jay bird’s forest is dappled and green-furred. Stones keep time beneath…

Gravity Even clouds look different, somehow more and less willow-fur gray like the wolf who…

Chewing The shed shudders against teeth  the color of marigolds. Calling card quills  dropped near…

Lit Match Day Beneath the silent nest in a coyote gaze  on a lit match…

Circulation A nuthatch nests in the old aspen. This morning her striped face pierced the…

Possible Snow melts even at twilight now, marking time like the saw whet’s singular tune.…

Flawless In the next valley over, a bear sleeps beneath the floorboards. Any mother  might…

Two Owls Two owls filled the valley with sound, like ink dropped in water  spreading…

Pursuit Flanked by magpies, three eagles ride a belly of  late winter air, dripping watery…

Fear Stones carry thunder when held, gently like lynx, stalking hare. Underfoot the snow can…