Wood Ducks

Wood Ducks
Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
The St. Elmo’s fire dances on my brow.
There is a soft scratching at the windowpane
As it seeks to join the Light pouring through.
A pair of wood ducks fly down out of the cottonwood,
To feed side by side with the quail…
No barriers.

Dave Gordon

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