Life With Horace

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a haiku for ravens

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thuggish calls in flight
swift and dangerous patrols
small creatures tremble

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we have ravens here, not crows. they rumble through, sweeping over the arm of Monadnock, always on the lookout. our feeders are sheltered in the lea of lilacs, canopied by a long suffering apple tree. when the ravens come, our small birds and chipmunks hesitate but do not run.

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