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The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close on the beach 
at high tide, the horizon shivers      the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.

Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow. 
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines. 
 
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off 
to the mud flats of Carolina. 


First Published Eunoia Review January 2015

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 3/21/2015 3:20:00 PM
Never heard of a plover until now, thanks for expanding my knowledge, and great "Animal Kingdom" episode you painted here, like it.
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Date: 3/21/2015 3:30:00 PM
me either it was my first time seeing them, they were very cute!
Date: 2/28/2015 8:53:00 AM
Very descriptive write, Debbie a 7 truly enjoyed. Blessings eve
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Date: 2/28/2015 1:08:00 AM
It is always disappointing when the songbirds go quiet after the summer season... I really enjoyed this lovely piece of writing with art to match. Nicely done, Debbie!
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Date: 2/27/2015 2:38:00 PM
A wonderful, delightful write . . . I visualized the whole dance . . . I glad it was published . . . much love and light dear friend. fav
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Date: 2/27/2015 12:02:00 AM
G'day Debbie... Focusing on a local bird and describing not only the plover itself but its habits paints an interesting picture for someone from 'faraway' and you have presented this well Debbie. Regards - Lindsay
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Date: 2/26/2015 10:18:00 PM
Oh Debbie...how do you do it? You are so talented, my dear....a grey fedora sky...Just an example of how beautiful this whole piece is. I wish I could find the words that hide from me. :) You shine! Hugs
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Date: 2/26/2015 8:49:00 PM
Very fascinating poem, painting a very vivid picture with your words. Absolutely stunning work! Very much enjoyed reading! Always, Laura
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