Storm Bringer
It was a dry fall
and the corn stalks
thrust through the crumpled earth
like posts
in a deserted palisade,
The farmland felt beseiged
And the kildeer came,
by ones, by twos.
They settled down in the furrows
and walked the rows,
brown heads nodding
over their striped bibs
like satisfied farmers
counting the harvest.
After they left,
it rained.
--From Birdwatch
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