16may19
Juan de Fuca

Were I to draw driftwood
The log I sit on
Would be the wood drawn

On a day so far
Without rain

On a spit sticking into the Straits
Eagles are flying overhead
From the cliffs close by
And but for their swooping
Shorebirds would be dancing
And afterwards mating

Later on
When the eagles departed
One pair of shorebirds
The species unknown
But more on the way
They both danced and mated

A sight to have seen
On a day so far
Without rain


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