The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta March 25, 2012 1

Thick fog and silence, punctuated by the low, almost infrasonic throbs of a drumming grouse. The nasal cries of a fish crow pass overhead.

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lucychili
13 years ago Permalink

spiralling thermal clouds of gnats, but no birds to be seen
the ground is loud with the shrill bedlam of crickets

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