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Michael J Pryce's avatar

Eagle skims low over ebbing tide.

Folkboats leans in mangrove mud.

Angophora swallows her path; we wait—

there, white belly, vast wings,

thermal lift to Hawkesbury mist.

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Scott Delaney's avatar

I suspect that songbirds will sing together more harmoniously than even the starlings dancing in winter’s breeze.

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