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Nov 2017
Strutting to the call,
thrumming my own,
turkey spring time dances.

Purple juniper berries,
fall amongst the stones,
squirrels chatter.

Bobwhites call
acorns fall,
mesquite leaves blow in the breeze.

Feral cat patrols,
prickly pear patches,
field mice dart underneath.

Footsteps follow in the dark,
glowing eyes in the flashlight beam,
Bobcat on the prowl.

Striped piglets on dirt roads,
squealing at my sight,
treed by momma.

Tiny titmouse flitting,
landing on bill of my cap,
being still in nature.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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       Surbhi Dadhich and Temporal Fugue
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