Sta.sh
The redwing blackbirds, heralds of spring, are out trumpeting.
The sky is grey and the waters black.
When they swirl I see monsters emerging from their depths.
A woodpecker makes a column of dead birch into a gong.
But he is not enough to stir my soul.
I need my old friend the hawk.
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