Visiting the injured raptors at Shaver’s Creek Environmental Center the other day, several clearly made restless by the fall migration. A broad-winged hawk kept flying about in its pen like a trapped moth (but I couldn’t get a good shot of it).
Published by Dave Bonta
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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