The Morning Porch

August 26, 2012October 3, 2009 by Dave Bonta

Thick fog. Silence punctuated by the muffled thuds of black walnuts landing on the lawn. The distant, mad cackle of a pileated woodpecker.

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Crafty Green Poet

October 3, 2009 at 10:32 am

this is lovely but also somehow sinister, the thuds, the mad cackle….

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