Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year's horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
Poem: "Lying in a Hammock on William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota" by James Wright
Bird: Cooper's Hawk, Accipiter gentilis (aka chicken hawk) killed by cold and disease December 2005. Now in a drawer with other chicken hawks at the Field Museum.
A bird of Prey on ice.......why does death come for him carry such a greater sadness than for those he has devoured?
Ken is Sharkforums new Managing Director, welcome Ken, to sharky water-
Hi Ken! Welcome to the Sharky waters! Oh gee golly, what has Wesley and/or Dave gotten you into?!!