sandhill crane

i hear you

throaty warbles on cue

as i step into the cold.

but i have yet to behold

the graceful arc of your neck

and the playful dance of your trek

along the ancient current.

oh sandhill, it’s as if you weren’t

so different from me

floating on the edge of free.

photo of birds flying
Photo by Brian Forsyth on

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