It starts with skitter of claw and whirr of wing,a battalion of ragged cormorants wrestling wild,ends with a sudden crunch like bones or antlers. With a sense of being elf-shot – sleet’s sharp sting –we cling together, yet unreconciledwith nature hurling branches, bowling boulders. There’s devastation all along the windinghomeward path, up past the church, […]
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