The Morning Porch

July 24, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Mid-morning, and a wood thrush lands in the walnut tree next to the driveway to sing a few bars. A net-winged beetle flies past.

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Heavy gray sky. A screech owl’s descending quaver. And then it’s sunrise, according to my phone and the crows.
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A pileated woodpecker banging its head, crows denouncing a raven, a chicken cheering for her latest egg… the local dinosaurs are restless.
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The snow squall stops just before I come out all bundled up and squinting at the sun, the porch two inches deep in windblown snow.