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Muskrat dives

By Louise Carson

Published on March 7, 2016

Muskrat dives, heavy, into a ditch.
      The water-sound shimmers like sheep bells.
(Yes, it’s really like this where I live.)

      Today the light is yellow-orange and very clear.
Today I see a perfect yellow bird among the gray-brown crowd.
      If I were a hawk I’d dive at him: he’d taste so sweet.

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