Monthly Archives: November 2020

One injured gooseleft behind at Third Damno flock mates in sightshe swam through the gloamright wing splayed, not tucked in,head down as a plane flew overand I said a prayerthat she recover soonfly off, find a new flock,or become a lucky breakfor a young coyotelearning to hunt,wishing either outcome swift.November’s night shadows lengthenNovember’s days growContinue reading “Shorter on Mercy”