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Apr 16
The hawk cries, wrens sing, owls call, pileated’s stay in tune, —rad -a-tat, tat —rad -a- tat tat —rad -a- tat tat... THE HAWK SCREAMS! The woods awaken…… the swamp glistens under the Blood Moon… A squirrel scurries. —Rad -a- tat tat —rad -a- tat tat -the song of the drum continues…. Calling out…. It’s now the sun that shines across the murky water. —The woodland forest has awakened!
Written by
William Woods  45/M/Blue Ridge Mountains
(45/M/Blue Ridge Mountains)   
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