The lake rises and falls in long cool breaths.
An eagle skims the last glow of sunset,
folds itself into a shadow of pines.
Loons call down the darkness.
A flurry of bats flits out the last light.
Ducks rush overhead with
a sound like tearing velvet.
Stars pour down, and trout
pluck them from
the still surface
one by one.
An eagle skims the last glow of sunset,
folds itself into a shadow of pines.
Loons call down the darkness.
A flurry of bats flits out the last light.
Ducks rush overhead with
a sound like tearing velvet.
Stars pour down, and trout
pluck them from
the still surface
one by one.
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